LYRIC
[Intro]
Haven’t rapped with you in a long time buddy
Big Baby, Big Slimmy
Big Jimmy, Bronco
Balaklava, Baklavala
Holla-holla
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
Yeah-yeah-yeah
You already know what Sergio
Swing-swing (Yeah, Sergio)
(Hahahaha)
Yeah, uh (Hahahaha)
[Verse 1]
My phone blowin’ up ’cause I been missin’ for days (Ain’t nobody callin’ you, man)
I’m just floatin’ through these waves, my torso covered in suede (Uh)
Six back-to-back Cadillacs lookin’ like astronauts (Uh)
Don’t wind me up, I’ll have Shaq pop out the jack-in-the-box (Uh, pop out)
With three ratchets in his jean jacket, bitch (Uh-uh)
Don’t even try to tell me how off the meat rack I’m is (Uh-uh)
You know the vibes, I’m slow motion like I’m sniffin’ Actavis (Yeah)
‘Til I explode off the turnbuckle and cripple half your shit (Ah)
You know Bam-Bam savage as fuck (Uh)
Ride with two pumps (Uh), like Michael Chang shoes (Uh)
‘Til I see angels (Ah), I see the world from all angles
And from a thin thread, my soul dangles
Just like a mango (Ooh), alpha bravo (Uh)
Lookin’ like your boy just won the lotto
But then drowned every dollar in a bottle (Every single one of them)
And put a bunch of junk (Uh), in his arm and his nose (Uh)
And between his toes (His toes)
‘Cause feelin’ good’s the only thing he knows (Ah, the pain)
Shit (Yeah man, you know we feel that)
[Bridge]
Uh, ’cause feeling good’s the only thing I know (Bitch, I feel you, I feel you, I feel you)
Feelin’ good’s the only thing I know (I feel good, I feel good, feel good)
Feelin’ good’s the only thing I know (I feel good, I feel good, feel good)
Feelin’ good’s the only thing I know (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Give thanks for all these graces that’s been placed upon me (Give thanks)
Do I deserve it or not? Now that’s a different topic (Hell yeah, you do)
I think I do though (Uh-uh), All these times I seen the planet Pluto (Uh-uh)
And when I get back I got no jet lag (You know it), I’m wired different (True)
The slightest thought of me inspires vision (It’s true)
And puts a smile on the face of a man that knows he ’bout to die in prison (Uh)
I’m high and twisted (Uh), some would say divine and mystic (Uh)
‘Cause I can eat a bag of mushrooms and still drive the stick shift (Ooh)
Like Hélio Castroneves (Uh), seein’ psychedelic colors, I’m a dead head
Man, why the rose on fire in my palm? Like a saint for a made guy (Ooh)
Blood drops fallin’ from my eyes, right on the gray five
I made lives so now it’s time for me to lay a vibe
You feel me?
[Outro]
Uh, I made lives so now it’s time for me to lay a vibe, lay a vibe (I feel good, I feel good)
Lay a vibe, uh, lay a vibe, uh
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