Lyrics Fly - LA Rodriguez

A verse and a beat make a song
Maybe it'll last when I'm gone
Maybe it'll last til the mornin
Baby kinda fast to move on
She landed kinda fast in my palm
Quick dash to her home
Started with a glass of patron
Said she got class in the mornin
But that ass all upon me
She wanna see cash all around
She wanna see Coachella bands all around me like
Bring the pink one to the Grammys maybe
The coupe or Benz or pink Mercedes lady
We can walk and talk if its all gravy
We can walkie talk if we're in ranges
We should dutty wine up in Jamaica
And we should flea the town
And start vacation
Hoes in my hand
Blonde hair
Toes in the sand
Got drunk then we woke in japan like
Damn
Its a private party
For the man
You should pull up on me
When land
Hit my people
For the plans
We made a band then made a band
Yeah
We played this shit then made a hit
We take your bitch
And made her rich
Yeah
A couple clips
A couple flicks
Introduce
And then we dip

But it felt like you
Feels like there's something to prove
Normal life I'm no good
So it feels like I'm stuck in this booth
But theres plenty you's to disprove
2 Ex's and a couple bosses
A couple of lost friends
I went soul searching
Found my self then I cut all my losses
A couple endorsements
Got me feeling like made man
You know new money rain dance
You know young money no save
Member I was broke with the no shave
Always complain about no dates
Now I pull up with the roof gone
And I got bread in the suitcase
No matter how drunk I get self home
You used to call up my cell phone
Now you just creep on your free free
The shit that I post how you see me
But it felt like you
But it'll always feel like you