I'm back on the road
It's a whole different mode
Back in the city
It's a whole different feeling
Home for the summer
I'm alone and it's hot
End in different places
But we hard from the start
Man I swear to god
Shoutout ones
Who never link
When they said they would
Even ones
When they link
When they never could
I'm back in the city
What's good?
Possessed like a Dubois
Nigga what's really good?
What's really hood?
What's really dreams
U stayed NLV
Cuz you didn't leave
I was bold in the winter
Late night peaks
UNR got me asking
What's really sleep
On the look
For more turquoise shit (Yea)
Out with the cast
On some big boi shit (Yea)
No employment
Let the rich boys in
How I could I eject
With all that girl poison
Warm ass beaches
White girl screeches
"Take me back" posts
Showing off like cleavage
Not feeling cute
But posts for us to know
From memories
She felt cute jus a week ago
Oh shit
It's the time of the year
Time for the money
Ain't got time to appear
Busy with the beats
Im busy making tracks
Head so dizzy
Got it up too fast
Eat from the ass
Of potato chip bags
You are what you eat
On a couch playing smash
Stained cushions
Controllers stay pushing
Ordering pizza
Aint got time! for cooking
Chapelle
The pussy stock market crashed
All there is sheltered dicks
In a tempered glass
I stay on my block
Binge season at the spot
Chilling like a lobster
In a boiling pot (Wassup)
I text and I glance
From afar
Rolodex
Tryna recall who you are
Favorite song come on
Singing like she mean it
Loves a good time
The queen when she meanest
The perfect kind of sweetish
Fish in the sea
Gotta list of some things
Places you ain't never seen
Down for lunch
We can eat anything
She ain't down for much
I'll make her down for everything
Girl I can pick you up
In my red komoda
Cherry red Cruze
Out the blue jus showed up
I told you I'd come thru
Jus load up
Kick it back at my spot
With the shots poured up
Now she's got a whole
Summer to remember
Keepin lingerie with my shirts
Like Spencer's
Stay tuned
Well have more adventures
But for now
Ferrari McCloud the next attender
New bottle at the bar
I jus parked the car
Came in to find
Myself drinking by myself
In the dark
Long drive over
House of pain
The champs don't
Drive sober
But I miss those
Kitchen counter puzzles
Blasting every single song
Ignoring the shuffle
I'm cross faded
I can't concentrate it
But I know the next rip
Was jus long awaited (Yea)
Yea we cutthroat
Wild cuz we young
Worse than Lollipops
That used to cut weak tongues
Drink got me punished
Weather got me sun-kissed
Drunk is the mind aint got time
For no bum bitch
Opinionated nation
It's a hot celebration
No more time
That we wasting, yea
Ay Tech, lemme hear that back
SYB - Strawberry Crush Lyrics
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English
I'm back on the road
It's a whole different mode
Back in the city
It's a whole different feeling
Home for the summer
I'm alone and it's hot
End in different places
But we hard from the start
Man I swear to god
Shoutout ones
Who never link
When they said they would
Even ones
When they link
When they never could
I'm back in the city
What's good?
Possessed like a Dubois
Nigga what's really good?
What's really hood?
What's really dreams
U stayed NLV
Cuz you didn't leave
I was bold in the winter
Late night peaks
UNR got me asking
What's really sleep
On the look
For more turquoise shit (Yea)
Out with the cast
On some big boi shit (Yea)
No employment
Let the rich boys in
How I could I eject
With all that girl poison
Warm ass beaches
White girl screeches
"Take me back" posts
Showing off like cleavage
Not feeling cute
But posts for us to know
From memories
She felt cute jus a week ago
Oh shit
It's the time of the year
Time for the money
Ain't got time to appear
Busy with the beats
Im busy making tracks
Head so dizzy
Got it up too fast
Eat from the ass
Of potato chip bags
You are what you eat
On a couch playing smash
Stained cushions
Controllers stay pushing
Ordering pizza
Aint got time! for cooking
Chapelle
The pussy stock market crashed
All there is sheltered dicks
In a tempered glass
I stay on my block
Binge season at the spot
Chilling like a lobster
In a boiling pot (Wassup)
I text and I glance
From afar
Rolodex
Tryna recall who you are
Favorite song come on
Singing like she mean it
Loves a good time
The queen when she meanest
The perfect kind of sweetish
Fish in the sea
Gotta list of some things
Places you ain't never seen
Down for lunch
We can eat anything
She ain't down for much
I'll make her down for everything
Girl I can pick you up
In my red komoda
Cherry red Cruze
Out the blue jus showed up
I told you I'd come thru
Jus load up
Kick it back at my spot
With the shots poured up
Now she's got a whole
Summer to remember
Keepin lingerie with my shirts
Like Spencer's
Stay tuned
Well have more adventures
But for now
Ferrari McCloud the next attender
New bottle at the bar
I jus parked the car
Came in to find
Myself drinking by myself
In the dark
Long drive over
House of pain
The champs don't
Drive sober
But I miss those
Kitchen counter puzzles
Blasting every single song
Ignoring the shuffle
I'm cross faded
I can't concentrate it
But I know the next rip
Was jus long awaited (Yea)
Yea we cutthroat
Wild cuz we young
Worse than Lollipops
That used to cut weak tongues
Drink got me punished
Weather got me sun-kissed
Drunk is the mind aint got time
For no bum bitch
Opinionated nation
It's a hot celebration
No more time
That we wasting, yea
Ay Tech, lemme hear that back
It's a whole different mode
Back in the city
It's a whole different feeling
Home for the summer
I'm alone and it's hot
End in different places
But we hard from the start
Man I swear to god
Shoutout ones
Who never link
When they said they would
Even ones
When they link
When they never could
I'm back in the city
What's good?
Possessed like a Dubois
Nigga what's really good?
What's really hood?
What's really dreams
U stayed NLV
Cuz you didn't leave
I was bold in the winter
Late night peaks
UNR got me asking
What's really sleep
On the look
For more turquoise shit (Yea)
Out with the cast
On some big boi shit (Yea)
No employment
Let the rich boys in
How I could I eject
With all that girl poison
Warm ass beaches
White girl screeches
"Take me back" posts
Showing off like cleavage
Not feeling cute
But posts for us to know
From memories
She felt cute jus a week ago
Oh shit
It's the time of the year
Time for the money
Ain't got time to appear
Busy with the beats
Im busy making tracks
Head so dizzy
Got it up too fast
Eat from the ass
Of potato chip bags
You are what you eat
On a couch playing smash
Stained cushions
Controllers stay pushing
Ordering pizza
Aint got time! for cooking
Chapelle
The pussy stock market crashed
All there is sheltered dicks
In a tempered glass
I stay on my block
Binge season at the spot
Chilling like a lobster
In a boiling pot (Wassup)
I text and I glance
From afar
Rolodex
Tryna recall who you are
Favorite song come on
Singing like she mean it
Loves a good time
The queen when she meanest
The perfect kind of sweetish
Fish in the sea
Gotta list of some things
Places you ain't never seen
Down for lunch
We can eat anything
She ain't down for much
I'll make her down for everything
Girl I can pick you up
In my red komoda
Cherry red Cruze
Out the blue jus showed up
I told you I'd come thru
Jus load up
Kick it back at my spot
With the shots poured up
Now she's got a whole
Summer to remember
Keepin lingerie with my shirts
Like Spencer's
Stay tuned
Well have more adventures
But for now
Ferrari McCloud the next attender
New bottle at the bar
I jus parked the car
Came in to find
Myself drinking by myself
In the dark
Long drive over
House of pain
The champs don't
Drive sober
But I miss those
Kitchen counter puzzles
Blasting every single song
Ignoring the shuffle
I'm cross faded
I can't concentrate it
But I know the next rip
Was jus long awaited (Yea)
Yea we cutthroat
Wild cuz we young
Worse than Lollipops
That used to cut weak tongues
Drink got me punished
Weather got me sun-kissed
Drunk is the mind aint got time
For no bum bitch
Opinionated nation
It's a hot celebration
No more time
That we wasting, yea
Ay Tech, lemme hear that back
Writer: Mykel Paris
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid