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G-Eazy - South Of France Lyrics



G-Eazy - South Of France Lyrics
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Sheesh
Yo Tane, just let it out
Young Gerald, uh

There's only one Big Lebowski, one Emily Ratajkowski
There's only one Mickey Mouse, and there's only one Charles Bukowski
There's only one Gerald try looking around if you doubt me
A real Oakland legend like Sebastian Janikowski
Want revenge, I want payback
I want the Virgil Maybach
A jet with the lay flat
But this ain't time to lay back
Want respect, want them to say that
Don't play me, I don't play that
You kept my seat warm, but now that's what I came to take back
Call me Mr. New Watch
Call me Mr. New Car
Call me Mr. Where'd your girlfriend go?
She's not where you are
Presidential suite, five bands a night It's not no two-star
Saint-tropez the sea's salty as you are
Big bands, skin tan, I'm in the south of France
I bought that Rari cash and ain't even dip in my advance
On my second album I had accomplished almost all my plans
So if you hatin' suck a dick, someone come and get your mans

Could you believe
You right where you supposed to be
Could you believe
You finally finding your dreams
You know, uh

Put me anywhere on Earth, I take my word for make it triple
I pop out when it's dark out, I wait for the bat signal
Don't drop the ball and lose it like a guard who can't dribble
I mean everyone would do this shit if it was that simple, for real
To make it in music, now you have to be genius
Chances slim as Christian Bale when he shot The Machinist
I mean the view from my balcony, you have to come see this
I californicate models, feel like Anthony Kiedis
When I'm in Los Angeles, the life we live is blasphemous
Differences I notice, some of y'all are really passionless
Clock out then I clock back in and then I get right back to this
Do this at the highest level, I get paid in cash for this
A thousand dollars for the caveat comes in a jar
Caspian potatoes, back to back, Michelin star
Me and three girls in my coupe, barely fit in the car
Tell me what the f*ck I am if this kid isn't a star

Could you believe
You right where you supposed to be
Could you believe
You finally finding your dreams
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Sheesh
Yo Tane, just let it out
Young Gerald, uh

There's only one Big Lebowski, one Emily Ratajkowski
There's only one Mickey Mouse, and there's only one Charles Bukowski
There's only one Gerald try looking around if you doubt me
A real Oakland legend like Sebastian Janikowski
Want revenge, I want payback
I want the Virgil Maybach
A jet with the lay flat
But this ain't time to lay back
Want respect, want them to say that
Don't play me, I don't play that
You kept my seat warm, but now that's what I came to take back
Call me Mr. New Watch
Call me Mr. New Car
Call me Mr. Where'd your girlfriend go?
She's not where you are
Presidential suite, five bands a night It's not no two-star
Saint-tropez the sea's salty as you are
Big bands, skin tan, I'm in the south of France
I bought that Rari cash and ain't even dip in my advance
On my second album I had accomplished almost all my plans
So if you hatin' suck a dick, someone come and get your mans

Could you believe
You right where you supposed to be
Could you believe
You finally finding your dreams
You know, uh

Put me anywhere on Earth, I take my word for make it triple
I pop out when it's dark out, I wait for the bat signal
Don't drop the ball and lose it like a guard who can't dribble
I mean everyone would do this shit if it was that simple, for real
To make it in music, now you have to be genius
Chances slim as Christian Bale when he shot The Machinist
I mean the view from my balcony, you have to come see this
I californicate models, feel like Anthony Kiedis
When I'm in Los Angeles, the life we live is blasphemous
Differences I notice, some of y'all are really passionless
Clock out then I clock back in and then I get right back to this
Do this at the highest level, I get paid in cash for this
A thousand dollars for the caveat comes in a jar
Caspian potatoes, back to back, Michelin star
Me and three girls in my coupe, barely fit in the car
Tell me what the f*ck I am if this kid isn't a star

Could you believe
You right where you supposed to be
Could you believe
You finally finding your dreams
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Writer: Gerald Gillum
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Performed By: G-Eazy
Language: English
Length: 3:11
Written by: Gerald Gillum

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