Everybody gone, ash still on the ground
Penthouse route, take the coupe south
Them flowers dead, I should've burned hoe you let me down
One fifty count it by hundreds then leave it on the couch
Look at you stuck in the crowd
Build a bitch up like a house
Spider gon' creep and crawl
We really ain't f*cking around
I can't even f*ck with the mall
Just ship it straight to the house
Last night, didn't get to sleep
The Club Musik just too loud
Last night, didn't sleep at all
The Club Musik just too loud
I'm too geeked
What you want from me right now cause I can't think
3.5 to the face it made my eyes lazy
Pull up in that "god damn" my ride crazy
I'm out my body baby, out my mind crazy, X rated
What would you think about flying to Rome?
I'm talking right now lets go
She can't get the time of day from me hoe I'ma just pass you to O
I need some time away from niggas that's on my god damn soul
These niggas ain't tapped in niggas just acting like they f*cking know
I look at Harlem at the party it's time to f*cking go
I walk through the Grove and niggas be fanned out, get your flick and go
Reporting live from the Void we sticking to the code, didn't get no sleep at all
Desert Boy - DIDN'T GET TO SLEEP AT ALL Lyrics
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Everybody gone, ash still on the ground
Penthouse route, take the coupe south
Them flowers dead, I should've burned hoe you let me down
One fifty count it by hundreds then leave it on the couch
Look at you stuck in the crowd
Build a bitch up like a house
Spider gon' creep and crawl
We really ain't f*cking around
I can't even f*ck with the mall
Just ship it straight to the house
Last night, didn't get to sleep
The Club Musik just too loud
Last night, didn't sleep at all
The Club Musik just too loud
I'm too geeked
What you want from me right now cause I can't think
3.5 to the face it made my eyes lazy
Pull up in that "god damn" my ride crazy
I'm out my body baby, out my mind crazy, X rated
What would you think about flying to Rome?
I'm talking right now lets go
She can't get the time of day from me hoe I'ma just pass you to O
I need some time away from niggas that's on my god damn soul
These niggas ain't tapped in niggas just acting like they f*cking know
I look at Harlem at the party it's time to f*cking go
I walk through the Grove and niggas be fanned out, get your flick and go
Reporting live from the Void we sticking to the code, didn't get no sleep at all
Penthouse route, take the coupe south
Them flowers dead, I should've burned hoe you let me down
One fifty count it by hundreds then leave it on the couch
Look at you stuck in the crowd
Build a bitch up like a house
Spider gon' creep and crawl
We really ain't f*cking around
I can't even f*ck with the mall
Just ship it straight to the house
Last night, didn't get to sleep
The Club Musik just too loud
Last night, didn't sleep at all
The Club Musik just too loud
I'm too geeked
What you want from me right now cause I can't think
3.5 to the face it made my eyes lazy
Pull up in that "god damn" my ride crazy
I'm out my body baby, out my mind crazy, X rated
What would you think about flying to Rome?
I'm talking right now lets go
She can't get the time of day from me hoe I'ma just pass you to O
I need some time away from niggas that's on my god damn soul
These niggas ain't tapped in niggas just acting like they f*cking know
I look at Harlem at the party it's time to f*cking go
I walk through the Grove and niggas be fanned out, get your flick and go
Reporting live from the Void we sticking to the code, didn't get no sleep at all
Writer: Desert Boy
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