Westside Highway
(专辑: 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