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(feat. RJ & Jay Ant)

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Bag secured, I only walk through if the cash right
Finest VVses turn my wrist into a flashlight
So even when it’s dark out, I see you the hatin’ ass type
Divas layin’ in my bed, “Let’s talk about last night”
This is nothing new to me, I shine without no jewleries
Since 2007, I had hoes who went to school with me
Usin’ hall passes, in the bathroom showing nudity
I smack a booty cheek, then head back to class foolishly
I been on some dumb shit way before I went through puberty
Youngster acting stupidly
I took it to a new degree
Labeled as a nuisance in the billionaire community
Checks are in the mail, I see this money stacking beautifully
Upgraded my roster, I’m the GM of the year, ho
If you don’t want your lady taken from you, steer clear, bro
All-Star team of birds, you should just be careful
I’m the alpha, when you’re in my presence you get fearful
I feel you

[Chorus: Jay Ant & G-Eazy]
I don’t know, it just came over me (hey)
I don’t know, it just came over me (hey)
My old bitch over me, she want the sober me (hey)
I don’t know what possessed this foolery
What’s all over me? That’s jewlery
That’s jewelry, baby
What’s all over me? That’s jewlery
That’s jewelry, baby
Baby, what just came over me?
I don’t know, it just came over me

[Verse 2: RJ]
Uneducated know-it-all
I’m chargin’ for it, that’s the protocol
I bought it worn, like an old revolve
I’m bearin’ arms just to throw it off
All this showin’ off
Don’t know what came over me
I just fucked up a deal for a 40 piece
AV Audi, put some gold ropes up over me
And TV Johnny put some poppity up in my teeth
How many enemies, without a memory?
I’m still burnin’ bridges, ain’t no goin’ back
House full of bitches spillin’ rose in my Cognac
Poverty restrictions got me driven like a Hellcat
All these new additions came from knowing who to subtract
I bust first and changed my social (habits)
Dodged the feds’ search, I hid my dope in the casket
Still I keep a choppa in the closest cabinet
I’m possessed, I pull a Ghost West bracket

[Chorus: RJ & G-Eazy]
I don’t know, it just came over me (hey)
I don’t know, it just came over me (hey)
My old bitch over me, she want the sober me (hey)
I don’t know what possessed this foolery
What’s all over me? That’s jewlery
That’s jewelry, baby
What’s all over me? That’s jewlery
That’s jewelry, baby
Baby, what just came over me? (golden)
I don’t know, it just came over me

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
Yeah, I don’t know what just got into me
Hennesey’ll be the end of me, this shit’ll finish me
I cut her off cause was trippin’, actin’ finicky
I moved on to Leo’s girls, that’s why he’s gettin’ sick of me
Yeah, just a bunch of tom foolery
Pharmacy of drugs stay in my little pocket usually
Elicit substances, I’m lovin’ what they do to me (yee)
My body covered all in jewlery
Yeah, I don’t know what just came over me
She wants to fuck me right now, I’m like “totally”
Mixtape out, you barely poppin’ locally
I sell out shows in Switzerland, I do this shit globally
Yeah, success might have really fucked my head up
I’m drinking Stillhouses by the red cup
I count a million cash, then say “Bless up”
I’m poppin’ right now, fuck a next up (ayy)

[Chorus: RJ & G-Eazy]
I don’t know, it just came over me (hey)
I don’t know, it just came over me (hey)
My old bitch over me, she want the sober me (hey)
I don’t know what possessed this foolery
What’s all over me? That’s jewlery
That’s jewelry, baby
What’s all over me? That’s jewlery
That’s jewelry, baby
Baby, what just came over me? (golden)
I don’t know, it just came over me

(feat. Global Dan)

[Pre-Chorus 1: G-Eazy]
Green green wasabi (ayy)
Green green wasabi (yeah)
All this gold on my body (ayy)
Twenty hoes in my lobby (yeah)
Pullin’ up in them cities (uhh)
Only hunnids and fifties (yeah)

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Only hunnids and fifties, please
Only hunnids and fifties, please

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Rockstar in my skinnies (yeah)
She gon’ show me them titties (yeah)
New Ferrari’s and Bentley’s (yeah)
I’m all night like Denny’s (yeah)
Rest in peace Mac Dre (yeah)
Rest in peace Mac Dre (yeah)
Shed a tear on November 1st, will always remember that day (yeah)
Send me pics and I show the team
She bought it all when I sold the dream
Most of y’all don’t even know what’s clean
I’m in new Gucci and some old Supreme
Been hyphy like ‘Way’ Perk’
And I’m off the brown when I pour the Heem (yee!, yeah)
Bitch, I’m rich, I pay fifteen hundred just for the jeans (yeah)
Oh my god, I put some [?] in my chase
All that debt just got erased
Get the fuck out of my face (ayy ayy)
I might go cop a McLaren (ayy)
Just to go run me some errands (ayy)
Bitch, why the fuck is you starin’? (ayy)
Bitch, why the fuck is you starin’?

[Pre-Chorus 1: G-Eazy]
Green green wasabi (ayy)
Green green wasabi (yeah)
All this gold on my body (ayy)
Twenty hoes in my lobby (yeah)
Pullin’ up in them cities (uhh)
Only hunnids and fifties (yeah)

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Only hunnids and fifties, please
Only hunnids and fifties, please

[Pre-Chorus 2: G-Eazy]
Green green wasabi (ayy)
Green green wasabi (ayy)
Twenty hoes in my lobby (yeah)
All this gold on my body (ayy)
Pullin’ up in them cities (yeah)
Only hunnids and fifties (yeah)

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Only hunnids and fifties, please
Only hunnids and fifties, please

[Verse 2: Global Dan]
(ayy) All of my money be blue (boom!)
All of my bitches be bad (bad)
Why they be stealin’ this swag? (huh?)
I don’t know, really, I don’t mean to brag
So sag, couldn’t choose, so I had to pop both tags
When I walk up in the store, fill up the whole bag
Had a whole lot of money in a throw bag
Lemme get it, pull up in the front, we gotta go fast (yeah)
Camera, flashin’ lights, action
Paparazzi causing havoc
Can’t imagine goin’ back to strugglin’, redefining fashion
I was broke, now I got some bands (yeah)
Make it rain, do this money dance (huh?)
Take a vid and put it on the ground (whoa)
Might be around the world, ’cause I’m Global Dan (ayy)
Noddin’, I’m off, like it’s Nesquik (skee!)
Then I move on to my next bitch (yeah)
I dip it right through the exit (err!)
Fuck around and this shit can get hectic
[?] like it’s Cali, too hottie (ayy)
I was chilling with a couple of thotties (huh?)
It was me and G, willin’ the lobby (yeah)
Nose burning like we sniffin’ wasabi

[Pre-Chorus 1: G-Eazy]
Green green wasabi (ayy)
Green green wasabi (yeah)
All this gold on my body (ayy)
Twenty hoes in my lobby (yeah)
Pullin’ up in them cities (uhh)
Only hunnids and fifties (yeah)

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Only hunnids and fifties, please
Only hunnids and fifties, please

[Pre-Chorus 2: G-Eazy]
Green green wasabi (ayy)
Green green wasabi (ayy)
Twenty hoes in my lobby (yeah)
All this gold on my body (ayy)
Pullin’ up in them cities (yeah)
Only hunnids and fifties (yeah)

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Only hunnids and fifties, please
Only hunnids and fifties, please

Matahari senja bias cakrawala, rindu kalbuku
Hembusan sang bayu, mengusik hayalanku
Mega berlalu, meninggalkan salam
Bagi dua hati yang sedang menyatu
Hasrat dalam jiwa, mengharap satu jawaban yang pasti
Bukan hanya kata, yang dapat bercerita
Tentang asmara, bukan hanya kata
Namun rona senja, mengungkap sejuta tanya

Reff:
Bayang-bayang jingga, memantul di sudut mata
Bayang-bayang jingga membelai hasrat naluri
Bayang-bayang jingga genggam erat kami
Lestarikan kami, menari menyanyi
Dalam nada-nada indah…

[Verse 1]
I left my dear trying to find adventure
She spent years trading my whiskey out for seltzer
Still I hear her voice in the pit of my failure
I ride alone down Goodbye Road
I kept my eyes tryna find better weather
Just to find it ain’t getting any better
And still I hear her voice so clear and so tender
It’s my tale to tell down Goodbye Road

[Chorus]
Strangers, outcasts, artists and thieves
Misfits, legends and lost refugees
We may not be where we thought we would be
We made our home down Goodbye Road

[Verse 2]
You said you were my queen, now you’re just an old disaster
I said sticks and stones shouldn’t be thrown from the pulpit pastor
And when I hear that voice I try to move a bit faster
I’d rather walk alone down Goodbye Road

[Chorus]
Strangers, outcasts, artists and thieves
Misfits, legends and lost refugees
We may not be where we thought we would be
We made our home down Goodbye Road

[Bridge]
Travelin’ Paul on the road to Damascus
The ghost of Saul, he laid down in a casket
Sometimes flowers grow in the soil of ashes
Pick ’em as you go down Goodbye Road

[Chorus]
Strangers, outcasts, artists and thieves
Misfits, legends and lost refugees
We may not be where we thought we would be
We made our home down Goodbye Road
*Hum Amazing Grace*
Sometimes flowers grow in the soil of ashes
Pick ’em as you go down Goodbye Road
We made our home down Goodbye Road

Inside My Sheets
With The screen lighting up my face
I’ve got my life
Laid out on a visual space

See in the real world
These brow are not on fleek
These winged liner ain’t so easy
My look is pretty weak

But here on online where
I can do anything
The water’s sold in boxes
And Ol2 can sing

Goals
Actual goals
Af
Literally My Life Is
Beaches every single night, messy buns and Christmas lights
Literally my life is
Skinny waists and high fashion, riding in the G-Wagon
Literally my life is, literally my life is

Ooooooh weee!
I have everything reblogged on the screen
Ooooooh weee!
I have everything reblogged on the screen

So, back in real life, I still can’t find a bae
My local coffee shop still messes up my name
Hey, let’s get lost in one million pins and Tweets
I’ll live my life like Kylie and buy expensive sweets
My nails will be too long to get done anything
I’ll sip artistic lattes and rock expensive bling

Literally my life is
Beaches every single night, messy buns and Christmas lights
Literally my life is
Skinny waists and high fashion, riding in the G-Wagon
Literally my life is, literally my life is

(off-key) Wooo-eee-ooh heeyy
What? What? What’s going on? What?
(doorbell)
Chris, what are you doing here?
If you get off your phone, you’d know
Holy chnizel! Come on, Chris, we’ve gotta go live life!

Literally my life is
Thrifting stores and hand me downs, picking graduation gowns
Literally my life is
Hitting up the drive-thru, got shotgun in mom’s Subaru
Literally my life is, literally my life is

Living in my yoga pants, shaving for the school dance
Dealing with Felicia’s rants
Homework by the fridge light, Netflix dates and pillow fights
2 A. M. On a summer night

Ooooooh weee!
I have everything right in front of me
Ooooooh weee!
I have everything right in front of me