Lyrics The Great Wave. - Scienze

Seeing all green like I'm on a roll
Got no business being camfolauge
Light so hot like it's on a stove
Can't see the picture when I'm camera shy
Ever since 1 I've been feeling gold
Always had an eye for the silver line
Put a grip in a truck and I'm on the road
Gas up Gas up doing 95
Hands up, hands hands down never on the fold
Young lil' (censor) on the honor roll
Can't see me I'm behind the robe
APD 'til its time to go
Ain't shit sweet 'til I find a coast
Put a house on the shit with a line I wrote
Rotate, reflect, it's a sign of growth
Okay, okay, okay, Oh Na Na

Wave
Oh Na Na
Wave
Oh Na Na
Wave
Oh Na Na
Wave
Oh Na Na

Homie got a view up top in tree
Looking over big roof tops for the seas
I was on a big roof dropping keys
Gems so big I was hurting the streets
Black on black with the black underneath
Wax on wax put a rack on me
Take it all back, put it back in the east
Bet it on myself 'bout time I believe
I was in a whip down south with the means
Gutting out a black and mild learning what it means
Listening to Wayne on the way to the beach
Dedication 2 dedicated to the peace
Oh na na wit' the bass you would lean
Young black boy on the rise wit' a dream
Worked that work 'til it's working for me
Still Sci Fi wit' the jawns and the beads

Oh Na Na
Wave
Oh Na Na
Wave
Oh Na Na
Wave
Oh Na Na
Wave
Oh Na Na