[Verse One: Jeff Spec] Something to ride to, something to Y2 Y'all nothing like I do Something like hot food Who bump what you knock to Adult contemporary Content but temporarily spent I gotta get me a vit Fuck it, I'll do what the flock do, now let me admit I ain't above getting lit Skeptimistic outlooks, it's in this mood I might've fucked your girl Up the, she stuck around, what you want? Fuck the world I need some time alone Those who know me understand I never stay this way Maybe I'm not having the greatest day Why my mood should have to take away from you? Give me solitude Tomorrow pick up the phone and holler through That's when everything is breezing, we're type cool Pour a hot one to success and burn the night fuel Anytime we roll, recognition to the fully Break out with your lady, 'bout to it like a bully Like she asked fo' Cool, if you don't know front Handsome with the realness, plans for now is get a stunt Then I'm quitting For now I gotta leave you with this 604 etcetera, I think you need not miss [Hook] {x4} Yeah baby, that's the style [Verse Two: Moka Only] Hello cruel world, what you got for me today? A bunch of new bills and some drams that walk away Type of shit that make me wanna stay locked away Huh, but I'ma hit the record shop today Just one chop away from the masterpiece beat Preach none, rock the way that I have to freak beats Each come like a drastic machine I'm spastic I gleam with the magic and it seems like a tragic Scheme that we ain't the biggest thing since gasoline Absolutely clean And still believe in skill yeah that's the routine Compute me, [?] A master boutine at Burger King And if I got one breath left I'll put it down on a jam with Jeff Spec That's my gamer Chamer of Commerce obtainer It goes for the both of us a whole coast of us Make the most of what we got and peacock brilliant Y'all change your tune if we clock billions Still in it's infancy so expect a slew It's the Dew like Mountains from the fountain of youth You can count enough proof we the We the dial You wanna stay tuned on, lay back relax awhile As God flicked the moon on, I make ya crack a smile Put the C.P. tune on, yeah baby that's the style [Hook]
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