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Doin' it big, 'bout to go out there on the water (Ya heard me?) Let's roll out Talkin' 'bout, when I'm gonna raise the sails? (Hoist that bitch) Man, I'm 'bout to start ballin', for real My vacation 'bout to start, I can't post none of this shit It's too much ballin' Uh, pull the Lamborghini machines up on the double I'll make a youngin pull his jeans up Tuck in his shirt and get 'em cleaned up (C'mere, c'mere) Fold the crease in his chinos and have 'em steamed up I was solo then I teamed up (What up?) Now I'm pushin' buttons like Scotty when beamed up The unidentified flyin' object defyin' logic I'll ride a pocket 'til my body rotten More gone and forgotten, so many sons I put a couple up for adoption 'Til then for me to stop is not an option Spillin' the clicker on the yacht while it was dockin' Caught me slippin' with no socks, in my moccasins I'm like your favorite fruit when it's in season, I been sneezin' Roll down the tint, I need my skin to the wind breezin' I need to feel the sun on my skin' beamin' Drownin' my thoughts, scratchin' the whiskers on my chin region —gets mad or over-dramatic, it's shitty You're drinking when you're writing? Songtexte I never said I came to re-invent the wheel But I don't roll with the squares, it's blockin' out a nigga skill Posted in my pajamas in my Hugh Hef Pavin' the way, see, I can show y'all a new step Or take it to the head like Russian Roulette and gamble thoughts The cost crossed 'em off and thrown like a lacrosse toss Shit, I'm slumped on the throne like a drunken boss Sittin' on the wave still, supplier's an albatross I need space like astronauts Astronomically high, watchin' the stars crash a lot I'm a doctor, but I'm not Cliff Huxtable I got a sandwich and my feet up on the couch, I'm comfortable There's no sacks in the hush, I get it plush Crush your luck, bag it up just to feel the rush Now that's a bad jewelry heist, the way I'm droppin' gems Zeitgeist trim, precise, my advice is win (C'mon) I need to feel the light breeze from the slightest wind The gang's 'bout to light 'em again (Go and let 'em in), yeah Go on, let 'em in We know the air is unfit to breathe Our food is unfit to eat We sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes As if that's the way it's supposed to be We know things are bad, worse than bad, they're crazy It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore We sit in the house And slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller And all we say is "Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials" No storm can last forever Which is very unusual Which is very unusual Which is very unusual Which is very unusual Which is very unusual Which is very unusual Which is very unusual Which is very unusual Which is very unusual Which is very unusual Which is very unusual Which is very unusual Which is very unusual Which is very unusual Aus Songtexte Mania