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I love you baby
I love you baby
Feel feel fine
Feel feel fine
焼けつくアスファルト 走り抜け
海岸通りに 車止め
探す君の サーフボード
素足を抜ける波 誘い出し
ボリューム上げて 君と夏をつかまえる
輝く波間 ハート焦がしていく
青い海と空を 引き裂いて 飛び出そう
まだ見ぬ夢 君となら探し出せるよ

I can feel fine Everybody! 波のリズムにのって
もっとずっと このままで風感じていたい
I can feel fine ねぇ 決してあきらめないでしょ?
だってやっと 辿り着く 君といるウェンズデイ
Yeah
遥か遠くから 逢いに来る
この風に抱かれ 今二人きりで
夏に溶けて 消えてしまいそうさ
青い海と空を 引き裂いて 飛び出そう
君と過ごすこの夏は僕の宝物
I can feel fine 焼けた肌 ぎゅっと熱く抱いて
きっとそっと 目を閉じて 思い告げるから
I can feel fine and the fine day 時間(とき)よ止まれと願った
もっとずっと このままで風感じていたい
Yeah
I love you baby
Ride on endless summer sea side yeah
終わりなき夏

I can feel the Everybody! 波のリズムにのって
もっとずっと このままで風感じていたい
I can feel fine 不思議なカ呼ぶこの季節
きっとそっと 目を閉じて 思い告げるから
I can feel fine 激しく 太陽(ひかり)射す 波にのって
もっとずっと 體中
I feel fine You feel fine We feel fine yeah
Oh yeah
Feel feel fine
Feel feel fine
Feel feel fine
Feel feel fine

[Intro]
Nobody taught me shit about my day one
Day one til that day come
Who’d ever thought it’d be my day one
Nobody taught me shit about my day one
Seen some shit that get you murked if you say some

[Verse 1]
It hurt to kill a nigga you love
And I know that she addicted to drugs
That’s why she giving it up
Gang members and dealers was who she hang with
Me and all of my niggas was on that same shit
Fuck it, we busy been fucking on the same bitch
But we ain’t never have no problems that was gang shit
All the promises we made bout how we can’t switch
I just wanted to be rich instead of famous
I was trapping with them niggas that I stayed with
Feds watching, we was ducking them cases
Black hoodie tho, just to cover my face up
Niggas be bitches, they switch up and try to make up

[Hook]
My day one
I thought you were my day one
My day one
You was supposed to be my day one
My day one
I thought you was my day one
My day one
You was supposed to be my

[Verse 2]
Damn homie, I thought you was my man homie
The fuck happened to you?
I could’ve sworn you knew better
Held it down for a minute then you ended up telling
When it rains, yeah it pours, better bring an umbrella
They don’t wanna see me win, they be so fake and so jealous
Way before I had the fame, I had Balmain and Margielas
I ain’t fucking with no rat man, I ain’t eating no cheddar
Yeah I swear I had your back, yeah, I was down whenever
Now it ain’t no looking back, nigga it’s now or never
Looking back, nigga, it’s now or ever
Now or never, yeah, yeah
Now or never, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3]
This ain’t what you want, just think about it, nigga, yeah, yeah
I’ma fuck around and catch a body, nigga, yeah, yeah
Niggas want me out of here, I gotta be aware, yeah
Bitches ain’t shit and I ain’t really understand that
Oh she think she bad, Gucci bag, she like "yeah, yeah"
Oh she run it up, run it up, got them bands, yeah
Hang around them bitches she was tellin’ me she can’t stand
Fucking other niggas even though she got a man, yeah
Now she know she wrong, she alone in the canyon
Got caught up with hammers in the crib and some xans, yeah
They ain’t even care about a warrant they just ran in
Everybody wanna know the word, askin questions
Everbody wanna know the word bout a dead man
Everybody wanna catch him slipping, he a dead man
Heard a nigga been telling them people what we saying, yeah
Find out who he is and I’ma leave that nigga laying there

[Hook]
My day one
I thought you were my day one
My day one
You was supposed to be my day one
My day one
I thought you was my day one
My day one
I thought you was my day one

[Outro]
My day one
I thought you were my day one
My day one
You was supposed to be my day one
My day one
I thought you was my day one
My day one
Thought you was my –

[Intro]
Pssh
808 got them smokers
Wop, lil whores
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
I’m a Wokstar, my bitch look like a pop star, ayy
In a fast car, driving like Nascar (it’s Wop)
Keep a stick on me, hold it like a guitar (a stick)
Fuck a real star, tryna be a trap star (it’s Wop)
Chopper chop a nigga up just like a chop-star (ayo)
Ayy, ayy, how you balling, your momma wear Reebok? (bitch boy)
Had your bitch sucking dick until her jaw was locked
Ayy, ayy, gave that ho wrong number, she can’t call back, ayy
This a problem (it’s Wop), chopper it resolve them
Ayy, hit your face up, ayy, hollow tips dissolve that (damn)
Got a case, fuck it, my money gon’ bond that (it’s Wop)
Spend a sack, ayy, get it back, that shit revolve back (it’s Wop)

[Verse 2]
Pop a perc, this shit turn me to another person (ayy)
Down bad, I remember we was snatching purses, ayy
Tried to take them on the lick, he was acting nervous, ayy
In the town, with the stick, like the Secret Service, ayy
Thumbing through all these bands, got my fingers hurting, ayy
Got the neighbours watching, ayy, all the people lurking, ayy
I don’t know you, I can’t serve you, you can’t get no service, ayy
Niggas acting nervous, ayy, nigga, what’s your purpose, ayy

[Outro]
Wokstar, Wokstar, Wokstar, ayy
Wockhardt, Wockhardt, Wockhardt, ayy
Wokstar, Wokstar, Wokstar, ayy (lil whore)
Wockhardt, Wockhardt, Wockhardt, ayy (lil bitch)
Wokstar, Wokstar, Wokstar, ayy
Wockhardt, Wockhardt, Wockhardt, ayy
Wokstar, Wokstar, Wokstar, ayy (lil whore)
Wockhardt, Wockhardt, Wockhardt, ayy (lil bitch)

[Hook]
[Honcho Da Savage]
I’m on that fuck shit, (I’m on that fuck shit)
I got a big stick, (I got a big stick)
Choppa on dumb shit, (Choppa on dumb shit)
I am a misfit, (I am a misfit)
Don’t get your shit split, (Don’t get your shit split)
I got a dirty stick, (I got a dirty stick)
It got a dirty clip, (It got a dirty clip)
Ima do dirty shit, (Ima do dirty shit)
[Smooky MarGielaa]
I got a 30 clip, (Woo)
Its gon do dirty shit, uhh, (Woo)
Pull up and empty clip, (Woo)
Boy you not meant for this, uhh, (Woo)
I’m on a whole different lane
Riding round deliver wit the gang, uhh
I wear my drip in LA
Talkin money you ain’t got a thing, uhh

[Verse]
[Smooky MarGielaa]
Gucci tanks, uhh
Secret bank, uhh
Heard you wanna link up
Bring them things up
[Honcho Da Savage]
You niggas fugazi
I come with my 30
Yeah I woke up early
I just flipped a birdie
Niggas lame, sorry
Rock and roll, rari
Tryna rob big heat
Now you dead, deceased
[Smooky MarGielaa]
Who you robbin huh?
You ain’t robbin Smooky
I got 30 guns
Yeah its getting spooky
When I was 13
Shit I was a g
I was robbin niggas
Takin all they fees, aye
I was off the leash, uhh
Running from the D’s, uhh
Friends was askin me, uhh
Where my niggas be? Uhh
All these racks I need em
All my niggas they green, uhh
You ain’t talkin money
I swear I don’t need ya
And Im with 16, yuh
And Im with 16, yuh
If you talking wrong, yuh
16 to your bean, yuh

[Hook]
[Honcho Da Savage]
I’m on that fuck shit, (I’m on that fuck shit)
I got a big stick, (I got a big stick)
Choppa on dumb shit, (Choppa on dumb shit)
I am a misfit, (I am a misfit)
Don’t get your shit split, (Don’t get your shit split)
I got a dirty stick, (I got a dirty stick)
It got a dirty clip, (It got a dirty clip)
Ima do dirty shit, (Ima do dirty shit)
[Smooky MarGielaa]
I got a 30 clip, (Woo)
Its gon do dirty shit, uhh, (Woo)
Pull up and empty clip, (Woo)
Boy you not meant for this, uhh, (Woo)
I’m on a whole different lane
Riding round deliver wit the gang, uhh
I wear my drip in LA
Talkin money you ain’t got a thing, uhh

[Intro Hook]
Part of the process
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process
And if you want what you need
What you need is just an object
Mistakes are part of the process
(A part of the process)
Mistakes are part of the process, heard me
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process

[Verse 1]
I could’ve went about a lot of things in different fucking ways
I should’ve but I didn’t
It’s crippling nigga, losing weight
I’m moving at an abusive pace
I’m due to race
When you pit-stopping the ones who help you, you screwed your face
You think I’m wanting to apologize well I’m not like shoes to lace
And what I do tomorrow depends on what’s due today
I’m fueling the wrong energy
Misusing hate and love
And I’m moving out on the move in date
Bruising emotions brutally
Cruising and coasting crucially
Boojie boasting, doobie smoking
Cloud from fumes and rooms of haze
Coochie open, I’ma stroke it then I’ma dip out to LA
Sipping lean and counting green
And recording until the room is vacant
When you’re [?] are never mistaken
Give somebody what they want and it’s never mistaken
I just pray my health is well like cartons when you shake it
And once the carton to my mind opens up, you’ll have to refrigerate it

[Pre-Hook]
They tell me "oooh, you need to slow down
Slow down, slow down your pace"
They tell me "oooh, you’re moving too fast
You need to slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down your pace"

[Hook]
Part of the process
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process
And if you want what you need
What you need is just an object
Mistakes are part of the process
(A part of the process)
Mistakes are part of the process, heard me
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process

[Verse 2]
No more bad trips, no more episodes
Drugs turn your mind into a vegetables
No more internet thuggish, bugging out in public
Man no more [?] songs
No more random pussy for me
I kicked the pedestal
And chilling with premature bitches I know that’ll never grow
X marks the spot to the treasure box in which the treasure holds
From anonymous to Allen I
From the Golf Wang store to Babylon
I got friends in comas from overdosing
I know homeless people with more hope then
Niggas that get punched in the chest
Welcoming them demons with their arms wide open, bogus
They disappear in the gallows of shadows where the ghost is
The plagues dying from AIDS
Magic Johnson hocus pocus
Bought a new wanda for my camera
Take a shot after I focus, them double exposures
I live in a house in the woods
I’m all alone, I’m an ogre
Hiking the marrow mountains, avalanche stumbling over

[Pre-Hook]
They tell me "oooh, you need to slow down
Slow down, slow down your pace"
They tell me "oooh, you’re moving too fast
You need to slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down your pace"

[Hook]
Part of the process
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process
And if you want what you need
What you need is just an object
Mistakes are part of the process
(A part of the process)
Mistakes are part of the process, heard me
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process