this is pretty nice bro. sucks that our generation hates real music.

is the first part a add on or really apart of the song?

I wonder what I could call her?? Nine months after I fucked on the beach ig I’ll call her karma

nice! listen this https://soundcloud.com/silferrer/sant-take-a-ride-original-mix

Produced by me

Verse 1

stuck in emotions
wanna feel good but i know that
my happiness equals sadness
so good luck to my family
i cant contain the masses
my work is built off joy
so when i cant entertain the masses
my friends ride me all day
6 flags summer passes
sippin on that good wine
but its blurring my vision so I proceed to break my glasses
like when James died on Good Times
retaliations all we ever learned in hood times
dont open your mouth unless you bridging the gap
bokeem woodbine
i take your girl then clear my mind, ya gal fine
til she deceives me, so im beatin like an Alpine,
iPod say AL Green, laptop say LV
im from high climate, who's hot does not appeal me
back to the real me - problems weighing on me
so when i talk bout weight watchers i dont mean the diet homie
damn girl whenever you happy i get pissed off
coulda had my shot now all i got is a bunch of missed calls

I wrote this wrap in hopes of saving me
but if I save you instead would you still let me be
If I gave you my last breathe would you let me breathe
and give you eyes to see the light would you still let me see

I dont wanna die alone
then again who does?
we all gonna die alone
recently you got hooked on drugs
and you aint tryna chase no high, you aint tryna chase no shot
but its right there - easy access
this shit might be your casket
whats the point of makin it?
can someone tell me how?
if you woulda seen me 5 years ago
would you still fuck wit me now?
I saw a sign that made me forgive my anger
and i would show you who it was but i got trouble pointing fingers
spent my whole life in a window
since '95 on windows
so if you come out, and show support, then cop that, Carl Winslow
my niggas in the hood is unaware that then wind blows
you can be in the hood but there's a whole world outside your window
where the skys blue and the grass green,
and the sun shines till tomorrow
but since they can not see that
i lend my eyes to borrow
but if you look to return
theres a lesson you didnt learn
as i look into the darkness
and you start to show concern

I wrote this wrap in hopes of saving me
but if I save you instead would you still let me be
If I gave you my last breathe would you let me breathe
and give you eyes to see the light would you still let me see


Verse 2

Tropical vibe, coconut milk and shaved ice
My soul glow with the low cut
No jheri curl, Jerry Rice
Boogie board on the rip tide
Parasail and deep dive, won’t think twice
Your little baby bone boy killin' me
Swearing he’s grown when he got that steel
But he ain't swim with that blue whale
I ain't swim with that ho neither
Earl said that world real
Sit back and watch the water
Hope the monster don't wag his tail
And send that big wave over while
I'm showin off my pirate grill
To the baddies walkin by me
Showin skin because it's nothing
My little brother servin’ molly
Cause that bill due monday
And my passport's buried
And my home town flooded
With just a little bit of water
But my shoes still muddy
And if I ever have a daughter
I wonder what I could call her?
Nine months after I fuck on the beach
I guess I call her karma
Copped a jet ski with the booster seat
I'm kiddin but I'm ballin
Just playin’ but I'm serious
I'm witted and I’m wildin

This life goes on man thats one thing about it
This life goes on dawg thats one thing about it
I’m feelin’ what your sayin’, you’re trying to get around it
But life goes on pimpin, the wise don't doubt it

Stuck in the sky, first time upside down, on the whole ride
And I wasn’t much into the type, that my bros like
So I never really had no wife and that's alright
Black women ain't got no man
That's what she said to me, yeah she did
That you can date outside your race, I mean
I ain't supposed to show my love
Judge gotta like my case I mean
Somebody please switch my plates
Ship my car to rome
5k on the wheels, still ain’t ridin chrome
Back pack rapper skills, veteran nigga deal
So let a relevant nigga do, what a relevant nigga feel
Let a regular nigga judge, because his gavel fake and he regular still
How that gravel taste? how you paid your medical bills?
Sands white on my tan feet
Coliseum in the back seat
Straw hut where the beach be
Like screen saver when your mac sleep
Relaxing
I ain’t racing no fuckin’ rats
I'm relaxing
And if its wrong to ya

Well life goes on brother, thats one thing about it
Life goes on my nigga one thing about it
Im sayin’ what you’re seein’, we trying to talk around it
But life goes on pimpin, the wise don't doubt it

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