Every morning when I wake up, go back to sleep
Cuz I ain't dealing with these demons that's harassing me
Drastically, increasing pressure to make a masterpiece
When actually, the map to the master keys was mastery
I unlocked doors ahead of time, to let in all these friends of mine
Circumference smaller than a dime, and we bagging dimes, like it was a crime
My frustration is spacing out all my patience
The daily issues we facing become the reasons we blazing
Never feeling complacent or getting lost in amazement
Her titties bouncing and shaking, so Ricky Bobby I'm racing
To picture her like a painting
Searching for perfect placement. A number lost in the matrix
Wonder if I'ma make it
A cause for a celebration. We living ain't no mistaking
So drink past our limitations and roll up some God's creation
Cuz if it's my last night? My casket need ventilation
Might even meet up with Moms and make my death a vacation
Let the homies in, gotta let homies the homies in
Tell a homie tell a hoe, and tell a hoe to tell a friend
Bring 'em to my residence. That's where the party at
Got the juice producing more waves than a stocking cap
Let the homies in, gotta let homies the homies in
Tell a homie tell a hoe, and tell a hoe to tell a friend
Bring 'em to my residence. That's where the party at
We don't even use shot glasses, we just throw 'em back
My shawty? Yea, she throw it back
And got my heart like cardiac
Arrested when I scope a fat ass, know I start going smack
Quick to tell my girl, she like "Nigga, you should have took a snap!"
We both appreciate a fat ass, now would you look at that
Wonder if the people I miss be lowkey missing me
One thing that'll always be a mystery
Til no one else dismisses me, I'll keep on making history
I may be looking big to y'all, nobody looking big to me
Just another day for y'all but this just might be it for me
This might be getting lit to y'all, but this is just not lit to me
This my last night with you niggas, I mean it literally
Unless we find a 'bama who gon' go banana splits for me
Gotta live for me, had an epic recent epiphany
Cuz I'm either stepping out or stepping out my misery
If it's my last night, I hope everyone forgive me
Might even meet up with God, and give his angels some hickeys
Amen
Phrozone - Pregame Lyrics
Phrozone - Pregame Lyrics
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Every morning when I wake up, go back to sleep
Cuz I ain't dealing with these demons that's harassing me
Drastically, increasing pressure to make a masterpiece
When actually, the map to the master keys was mastery
I unlocked doors ahead of time, to let in all these friends of mine
Circumference smaller than a dime, and we bagging dimes, like it was a crime
My frustration is spacing out all my patience
The daily issues we facing become the reasons we blazing
Never feeling complacent or getting lost in amazement
Her titties bouncing and shaking, so Ricky Bobby I'm racing
To picture her like a painting
Searching for perfect placement. A number lost in the matrix
Wonder if I'ma make it
A cause for a celebration. We living ain't no mistaking
So drink past our limitations and roll up some God's creation
Cuz if it's my last night? My casket need ventilation
Might even meet up with Moms and make my death a vacation
Let the homies in, gotta let homies the homies in
Tell a homie tell a hoe, and tell a hoe to tell a friend
Bring 'em to my residence. That's where the party at
Got the juice producing more waves than a stocking cap
Let the homies in, gotta let homies the homies in
Tell a homie tell a hoe, and tell a hoe to tell a friend
Bring 'em to my residence. That's where the party at
We don't even use shot glasses, we just throw 'em back
My shawty? Yea, she throw it back
And got my heart like cardiac
Arrested when I scope a fat ass, know I start going smack
Quick to tell my girl, she like "Nigga, you should have took a snap!"
We both appreciate a fat ass, now would you look at that
Wonder if the people I miss be lowkey missing me
One thing that'll always be a mystery
Til no one else dismisses me, I'll keep on making history
I may be looking big to y'all, nobody looking big to me
Just another day for y'all but this just might be it for me
This might be getting lit to y'all, but this is just not lit to me
This my last night with you niggas, I mean it literally
Unless we find a 'bama who gon' go banana splits for me
Gotta live for me, had an epic recent epiphany
Cuz I'm either stepping out or stepping out my misery
If it's my last night, I hope everyone forgive me
Might even meet up with God, and give his angels some hickeys
Amen
Cuz I ain't dealing with these demons that's harassing me
Drastically, increasing pressure to make a masterpiece
When actually, the map to the master keys was mastery
I unlocked doors ahead of time, to let in all these friends of mine
Circumference smaller than a dime, and we bagging dimes, like it was a crime
My frustration is spacing out all my patience
The daily issues we facing become the reasons we blazing
Never feeling complacent or getting lost in amazement
Her titties bouncing and shaking, so Ricky Bobby I'm racing
To picture her like a painting
Searching for perfect placement. A number lost in the matrix
Wonder if I'ma make it
A cause for a celebration. We living ain't no mistaking
So drink past our limitations and roll up some God's creation
Cuz if it's my last night? My casket need ventilation
Might even meet up with Moms and make my death a vacation
Let the homies in, gotta let homies the homies in
Tell a homie tell a hoe, and tell a hoe to tell a friend
Bring 'em to my residence. That's where the party at
Got the juice producing more waves than a stocking cap
Let the homies in, gotta let homies the homies in
Tell a homie tell a hoe, and tell a hoe to tell a friend
Bring 'em to my residence. That's where the party at
We don't even use shot glasses, we just throw 'em back
My shawty? Yea, she throw it back
And got my heart like cardiac
Arrested when I scope a fat ass, know I start going smack
Quick to tell my girl, she like "Nigga, you should have took a snap!"
We both appreciate a fat ass, now would you look at that
Wonder if the people I miss be lowkey missing me
One thing that'll always be a mystery
Til no one else dismisses me, I'll keep on making history
I may be looking big to y'all, nobody looking big to me
Just another day for y'all but this just might be it for me
This might be getting lit to y'all, but this is just not lit to me
This my last night with you niggas, I mean it literally
Unless we find a 'bama who gon' go banana splits for me
Gotta live for me, had an epic recent epiphany
Cuz I'm either stepping out or stepping out my misery
If it's my last night, I hope everyone forgive me
Might even meet up with God, and give his angels some hickeys
Amen
Writer: Theodore Jackson
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