Sunday morning reading the paper
Grooving to smooth jazz
Just wishing you would slide through with yo smooth ass
So we could talk and reminisce, let go of all the bitterness
No handshakes, we just seal it with a tinder kiss
Flicking left field thots with my right mind
In due time, we'll get sunshine
With more holidays than holocausts
Listen to the track and let your soul get lost
Freedom with no costs, like you fired the boss
Ain't preaching impeachment
Just tryna escape to the four seasons every weekend
You and me and the inner peace that we seeking
Ain't neva hear no game like that
All these lame niggas just wanna break yo back
I mean
Shit.. I do too
What you expect from a youngin reppin Crenshaw and Century
And the whole world's meant for me
If life a bitch and she working this well
I guess I call that hoe my destiny
Is it a dream that I got you
With this LA sunshine in my view
Bad bitches in the pool but I'm rolling with crew
Spark another one and we'll see what it do
It's cool, baby it's cool
When you graduate a bruin
People gone wanna know what you doin
I'm stacking my paper, keeping it moving
Staying fluid
Like Bruce lee said
Educated, young, and black
What's better than that
Oh shit and he can rap
Count it one better than a trinity
Meditate with candles lit to feel God's divinity
In me never find no fear
9/11 ain't here
But my GT riding smooth while I cruise with my boo wop
Lil homies from the wood asking how you do that
Sit back my friend, don't worry
Guaranteed I got a shot, call em Stephen Curry
Sucksas wanna weigh in on sets that don't concern em
Maxed with no reps, can't hit a lyrical bowflex
What you expect, it's the west
Maxed out on maxpreps
Pushing these bars with no rest
You talking views from the 6, well homie this the Ritz
We got 10, 12, twenty levels in this bitch
Learn me something new my nigga
Knowledge runs deeper than ya hue
Ain't no penthouse with no ledge for a view
Pops tellin me I'm of the chose few
Not too many got em so I honor you
My bars going hard like slash riffs on guitar
Is that a good enough award for ya
Or that new crib ya baby boy could finally afford
Let khaled tell it keys keys open doors
But these Jodies ain't even got GED's
Coming round frontin like they ODB
Get touched now they paranoid and OCD
K(no)w history, k(no)w self, with 'em there's no wealth
Got these big rings just by being myself
Shoutout to Mac Dre, boy I'm feeling myself
Malik Mercier - Sol de Los (feat. Kech Vibes) Lyrics
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Sunday morning reading the paper
Grooving to smooth jazz
Just wishing you would slide through with yo smooth ass
So we could talk and reminisce, let go of all the bitterness
No handshakes, we just seal it with a tinder kiss
Flicking left field thots with my right mind
In due time, we'll get sunshine
With more holidays than holocausts
Listen to the track and let your soul get lost
Freedom with no costs, like you fired the boss
Ain't preaching impeachment
Just tryna escape to the four seasons every weekend
You and me and the inner peace that we seeking
Ain't neva hear no game like that
All these lame niggas just wanna break yo back
I mean
Shit.. I do too
What you expect from a youngin reppin Crenshaw and Century
And the whole world's meant for me
If life a bitch and she working this well
I guess I call that hoe my destiny
Is it a dream that I got you
With this LA sunshine in my view
Bad bitches in the pool but I'm rolling with crew
Spark another one and we'll see what it do
It's cool, baby it's cool
When you graduate a bruin
People gone wanna know what you doin
I'm stacking my paper, keeping it moving
Staying fluid
Like Bruce lee said
Educated, young, and black
What's better than that
Oh shit and he can rap
Count it one better than a trinity
Meditate with candles lit to feel God's divinity
In me never find no fear
9/11 ain't here
But my GT riding smooth while I cruise with my boo wop
Lil homies from the wood asking how you do that
Sit back my friend, don't worry
Guaranteed I got a shot, call em Stephen Curry
Sucksas wanna weigh in on sets that don't concern em
Maxed with no reps, can't hit a lyrical bowflex
What you expect, it's the west
Maxed out on maxpreps
Pushing these bars with no rest
You talking views from the 6, well homie this the Ritz
We got 10, 12, twenty levels in this bitch
Learn me something new my nigga
Knowledge runs deeper than ya hue
Ain't no penthouse with no ledge for a view
Pops tellin me I'm of the chose few
Not too many got em so I honor you
My bars going hard like slash riffs on guitar
Is that a good enough award for ya
Or that new crib ya baby boy could finally afford
Let khaled tell it keys keys open doors
But these Jodies ain't even got GED's
Coming round frontin like they ODB
Get touched now they paranoid and OCD
K(no)w history, k(no)w self, with 'em there's no wealth
Got these big rings just by being myself
Shoutout to Mac Dre, boy I'm feeling myself
Grooving to smooth jazz
Just wishing you would slide through with yo smooth ass
So we could talk and reminisce, let go of all the bitterness
No handshakes, we just seal it with a tinder kiss
Flicking left field thots with my right mind
In due time, we'll get sunshine
With more holidays than holocausts
Listen to the track and let your soul get lost
Freedom with no costs, like you fired the boss
Ain't preaching impeachment
Just tryna escape to the four seasons every weekend
You and me and the inner peace that we seeking
Ain't neva hear no game like that
All these lame niggas just wanna break yo back
I mean
Shit.. I do too
What you expect from a youngin reppin Crenshaw and Century
And the whole world's meant for me
If life a bitch and she working this well
I guess I call that hoe my destiny
Is it a dream that I got you
With this LA sunshine in my view
Bad bitches in the pool but I'm rolling with crew
Spark another one and we'll see what it do
It's cool, baby it's cool
When you graduate a bruin
People gone wanna know what you doin
I'm stacking my paper, keeping it moving
Staying fluid
Like Bruce lee said
Educated, young, and black
What's better than that
Oh shit and he can rap
Count it one better than a trinity
Meditate with candles lit to feel God's divinity
In me never find no fear
9/11 ain't here
But my GT riding smooth while I cruise with my boo wop
Lil homies from the wood asking how you do that
Sit back my friend, don't worry
Guaranteed I got a shot, call em Stephen Curry
Sucksas wanna weigh in on sets that don't concern em
Maxed with no reps, can't hit a lyrical bowflex
What you expect, it's the west
Maxed out on maxpreps
Pushing these bars with no rest
You talking views from the 6, well homie this the Ritz
We got 10, 12, twenty levels in this bitch
Learn me something new my nigga
Knowledge runs deeper than ya hue
Ain't no penthouse with no ledge for a view
Pops tellin me I'm of the chose few
Not too many got em so I honor you
My bars going hard like slash riffs on guitar
Is that a good enough award for ya
Or that new crib ya baby boy could finally afford
Let khaled tell it keys keys open doors
But these Jodies ain't even got GED's
Coming round frontin like they ODB
Get touched now they paranoid and OCD
K(no)w history, k(no)w self, with 'em there's no wealth
Got these big rings just by being myself
Shoutout to Mac Dre, boy I'm feeling myself
Writer: Malik Mercier
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid