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点击复制作词 : seiji oda
作曲 : seiji oda
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Ayy (Sha)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Come on, bae
Go, uh, what?
I been out the way tryna lay low
Still makin' moves, spendin' pesos
With my mama and my brother out in Cabo
Lil' baby hold it down for when I'm back home
Mobbin' 'round base Chucks, all-black locs
Mangoes with limón on my tacos
Met a OG Sureñ o from back in Oakland
He spilled some fresh game, so I had to soak it, yeah
Shout out Tony, steppin' in these shell toes, no abalone
I'll always remember the things you told me
People with the wildest lives got the wisest stories (Yeah)
In the middle of my—, uh, baby, I'm a cyborg (Ayy)
Lately I been thinkin' 'bout my neck way more
I been feelin' tweaks in my spinal cord
My mama said I'm good, but I'm not sure
Take care of yourself, life's way too short
I ain't never felt this way before
Finally got my foot inside that door, uh
So what am I waitin' for?
I don't waste time, I make mine worth the while
Can't hold on too tight to the rail
I just smile as I'm passin' by
I can't sit idle as much as I try to
Ayy, shittin' on 'em when I walked in
Get straight to it, I don't do much of the talkin'
I was with Benito
playin' lacrosse, man
Took my socks off, ten toes to the concrete, I'm tapped in
Yeah, shout out to sai
I ain't **** 'til I see my brothers shine
When I lose hope, I think about the young life, ayy
Yeah, I be so inspired
This the **** that keep me goin' even when I'm tired
This the **** that I been on, late night drivin'
Think about gettin' dough with brothers, shout out ClayDough
Yeah, I'm with the gang, oh
247zé, Cairo,
For my family, I'm so thankful
I hope they know
Can't say her name, but we ain't talk in a minute
Some people, you gotta love from a distance
You made your choice, I made mine, what's the difference?
I still hope that you find what you're missin'
That you find what you're missin'
I don't waste time, I make my **** double up, then flip
Get that bag, keep throwin' 'til it sticks
This **** clappin', shout out to Tristan
What the **** is this?
I was with my twin Keiji, we was takin' pics
In the alleyway in K-town, I took a piss
I just caught a new pocket, boy, your pocket full of lint
I'm with
and my lil' brother Finn
We was mobbin', but I probably shouldn't tell you what we did
I think the angel on my shoulder talkin' to the government
That's why I never listen
Probably why I got this metal on my neck, turn me to a cyborg
Lately I been thinkin' 'bout my **** way more
I been feelin' tweaks in my spinal cord
Mama said I'm good, but I'm not sure
Take care of yourself, life's way too short
I ain't never felt this way before
Finally got my foot inside that door (Yeah)
So what am I waitin' for? (What am I waitin' for?) Uh
Hold on too tight to the rail (I'm holding on, I'm holding on)
I just smile as I'm passin' by