80° Yung Ved (Ft. Ant Clemons & Sunday Service Choir)
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Seasons changing, summer starts to leave
Autumn falls on me, fall, winter, and spring
Eighty degrees, warmin' up for me
I fell deep, sun ain't have to leave
Open my eyes and see
We will float over water, leaning into shore
As we make our nirvana, sacred, so pure
Lift up the child, I know we will
I chose not to be a slave
Alright, fuck the system, I'm in my wave
Like we ain't had all the hood rats in Mud Rats
Like you ain't had 'em at good stats and all that
Nobody gon' ruin me
If I have a wife, she will dress with Loui' V
I'm already over me now, now I feel free
Coming home, that's how a soldier feels
All that killin' over, that's just overkill
We are milli' on a fucking final season
Mama, we are milli' in this fucking season
Ye, you make a really good hit, this is lit, a really good beat
Milan milli' week
Seasons changing, summer starts to leave
Autumn falls on me, fall, winter, and spring
Eighty degrees, warmin' up for me
I fell deep, sun ain't have to leave
Open my eyes and see
We will float over water, leaning into shore
As we make our nirvana, sacred, so pure
Lift up the child, I know we will
Autumn falls on me, fall, winter, and spring
Eighty degrees, warmin' up for me
I fell deep, sun ain't have to leave
Open my eyes and see
We will float over water, leaning into shore
As we make our nirvana, sacred, so pure
Lift up the child, I know we will
I chose not to be a slave
Alright, fuck the system, I'm in my wave
Like we ain't had all the hood rats in Mud Rats
Like you ain't had 'em at good stats and all that
Nobody gon' ruin me
If I have a wife, she will dress with Loui' V
I'm already over me now, now I feel free
Coming home, that's how a soldier feels
All that killin' over, that's just overkill
We are milli' on a fucking final season
Mama, we are milli' in this fucking season
Ye, you make a really good hit, this is lit, a really good beat
Milan milli' week
Seasons changing, summer starts to leave
Autumn falls on me, fall, winter, and spring
Eighty degrees, warmin' up for me
I fell deep, sun ain't have to leave
Open my eyes and see
We will float over water, leaning into shore
As we make our nirvana, sacred, so pure
Lift up the child, I know we will
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