Текст песни NY vs. LA - Jimi Tents

I lost...
3 fourths of my mind Doing things that I hate Shit,
I'm done wasting time On the East Coast Man fuck a 9 to 5 All I wanna
Do is Rap, stack dough On the East coast Shit I wonder how to
Make it out When the world tryna break me down My dreams gotta.
Wake me up When I face the ground The shear thought got me pacing
Round I can hear it now.
"How could you leave Without out no warning I can't believe You left
Without consoling me I can't be waiting My life's on this You've
Changed So you should know There's no controlling me" I think I'm in
My head too much The constant hustle to get ahead's,
Too much I can't wait until my breads too
Much Take it back to the hood And let it spread.
Soon 'nough Cause shorties is dying
Filled up wit lead too much Food thought?
Them niggas was only fed school lunch In either game They killing u
If say too much So imma talk my shit Until that
Day pull up What am I saying Is this shit even real?
Or is it all a dream.
Coming to you LIVE From inside my mind!
It's a beautiful day!
I been out here California dreaming On the east coast All my bitches
Tanned And all they fathers own a speedboat Roll round in the sand
Without a worry You can keep those Hot box the sedan
Until the Honda smell like weed smoke Cause we smoking. (
Loud, Loud, Loud) (
Loud, Loud, Loud) Loud.
Now turn this. (
Loud, Loud, Loud) (
Loud, Loud, Loud) Loud.
Now turn this.
Up.
Let it hit ya I been fishing for a little bit Of purpose I ain't
Getting sentimental Member when I heard the chronic 20/01 I was
Little That's back in '99 A nigga probably watching Elmo Baby BET,
I been an ALPHA Since my J-K LMNO's Hello,
Hello How ya doin California This a memo To the motherfuckin weather
Women, weed Nigga needs Got me riding down
Cahuenga in a motherfuckin rental We ain't civil. (
Oh yes, Oh yes) Roll up that unapologetic I
Ain't stressing I'm a menace Been a minute (
Oh yeah, oh yeah) So many bars,
Gotta feed em I should own a commissary Send a letter (
No S.
O.
S) Give em the game Give me a lane Or imma take it from ya Kid you a
Lame Playing a killer You just act bad Nicholas cage Dick in a dame.
Dash when I smash Bitches you insane Gimme the brain Fast,
Came fast Need me some "bling" Color of stained glass Chain, watch,
Even the "ring" You getting blazed passed Straight ashed,
This is my thing I think I'm a king I know I'm a king Imma go on a
Whim Jump and see what it bring Make a plan to leave my city Cause I
Know Imma win I been all on the edge Gotta think before I fall
Off a ledge I need a real good view w/ palm trees And some head.
I been out here California dreaming On the east coast All my bitches
Tanned And all they fathers own a speedboat Roll round in the sand
Without a worry You can keep those Hot box the sedan
Until the Honda smell like weed smoke Cause we smoking. (
Loud, Loud, Loud) (
Loud, Loud, Loud) Loud.
Now turn this. (
Loud, Loud, Loud) (
Loud, Loud, Loud) Loud.
Now turn this. (
Loud, Loud.
Loud) (
Loud.
Loud, Loud) (
Loud, Loud, Loud)