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Yeah, got a good bag of that gas, full tank of gas
And you got some pretty synthesizer
Might kick back on some playa shit and put this on
You feel me? (You feel me?)
So far so good, outside clean, inside clean mane
So far so good, horizontal when I lean mane
So far so good, no laws outside when I ride
So far so good, if she with it, I'ma slide thru
Roy Ayers in the sunshine, no clouds outside, then one time
I was flipping down the aisle with a bankroll
Gotta hit the filling station, 'cause my tank low
Got a long ride out of that mine state, gotta get my mane world full of traffic
I've been pressing on these buttons with a passion to the dash in
But the exit never passed it, nearly crashed it
On the way, to the top of the hill I skate
Dodging laws and one ways, and all the dead ends that don't say
Hit the culdesac trying to double back to the space I need
More to life than triple golds on Ds
Swinging the slab, like little me on swings
Waiting for a push 'til I realize a push from me is all it ever took
So far so good, outside clean, inside clean Mane
So far so good, horizontal when I lean Mane
So far so good, no laws outside when I ride
So far so good, if she with it, I'ma slide thru
Just like Roy Ayers in the sunshine
Feel like Roy Ayers in the sunshine
Just like Roy Ayers in the sunshine
We like Roy Ayers in the sunshine
Just like Roy Ayers in the sunshine
Feel like Roy Ayers in the sunshine
Just like Roy Ayers in the sunshine
No clouds outside, then one time, I'ma get mine
Despite all the cones in the way and the roadblocks
Ain't a back road, I don't know about
Another detour just to bang my trunk, just to bend that corner
I can't be the only one that ride around town
Look around like, this can't be the place that I grew up
Late nights after the spot done closed, talkin' shit on the strip 'til the mornin'
But that's how it be, when 15s don't knock no more
And candy paint drips, don't drop no more
Habachi the blades, they don't chop no more
They flatbed your shit, why lock your door?
Used to be a head nod and a chunked deuce was so tellin'
If you in your old school man, rev it
If the sun shines, how could you sell it
So far so good, outside clean, inside clean Mane
So far so good, horizontal when I lean Mane
So far so good, no laws outside when I ride
So far so good, if she with it, I'ma slide thru
Just like Roy Ayers in the sunshine
Feel like Roy Ayers in the sunshine
Just like Roy Ayers in the sunshine
We like Roy Ayers in the sunshine
Just like Roy Ayers in the sunshine
Feel like Roy Ayers in the sunshine
Just like Roy Ayers in the sunshine
No clouds outside, then one time, I'ma get mine



Авторы: Michael Hartnett, Justin Scott, Jason Montgomery, Creative Kale, Malcolm Norwood, Justin Powell, Richard Sherrington Copyright: Mike Hartnett Music Publishing, Sippi Land Publishing Llc



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