Westside Highway

(album: The Life Of Cam Meekins, Pt. 8 - 2019)

Yeah, coming from the Eastside
Now she on the Westside
Driving down the Westside Highway
Got the checks right
'Bout to call my next flight
You just want the sex, right?
I'ma make that shit fly
If anybody steps, I
Don't know what's wrong with my head
All this drama just make me dead
I don't really wanna fight, I rather lay with you in bed
Give a fuck 'bout what they said
Never talking to a fed
It's just us against the world, so we 'gon go and get this bread

I don't care how much money you make
I still need my baby girl to be right at my place
We been popping fine wines, she been calling in late
We been sleeping in the morning, we 'gon wake up and bake
You know the vibes, getting high while she sit on my face
That's too explicit, I'm just kidding man but really, I ain't
I'm getting money off this rap shit, but you cannot relate
I might just go and sit in traffic for that ass, it's so great
I'm feeling like we taking off
Those problems, shake 'em off
I ain't got shit to say to other bitches man, I'm playing golf
And when the Summer turn to Fall, we still 'gon be kicking
I can really freestyle these feelings, this ain't no written
This that top-down, sun is shining, seventy degrees
Had to cop that diamond necklace for my girl, she saying "geez"
We pouring up that fifth, and I ain't talking 'bout a plea
But I really gotta know girl, are you coming home with me?

Yeah, coming from the Eastside
Now she on the Westside
Driving down the Westside Highway
Got the checks right
'Bout to call my next flight
You just want the sex, right?
I'ma make that shit fly
If anybody steps, I
Don't know what's wrong with my head
All this drama just make me dead
I don't really wanna fight, I rather lay with you in bed
Give a fuck 'bout what they said
Never talking to a fed
It's just us against the world, so we 'gon go and get this bread

Getting cake up
Everyday I wake up
Smoke a joint and get my weight up while she working on her makeup
Like I used to be a player
Moving like the mayor
Cojanglez got the beat
Kinda sounding like John Mayer
And the studio's my lair
She meet me when I'm there
She treat me like a snare
Banging me like she don't care
Claim to me it isn't fair how I keep it this smooth
I roll a hundred joints a day while I be keeping this moo
We hanging out this summertime, I'm telling stories to you
Man, I just hope I get a chance to do way more things with you

Yeah, coming from the Eastside
Now she on the Westside
Driving down the Westside Highway
Got the checks right
'Bout to call my next flight
You just want the sex, right?
I'ma make that shit fly
If anybody steps, I
Don't know what's wrong with my head
All this drama just make me dead
I don't really wanna fight, I rather lay with you in bed
Give a fuck 'bout what they said
Never talking to a fed
It's just us against the world, so we 'gon go and get this bread