FL State of Mind Caskey
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[Intro]
In the kitchen and it's Taysty
[Chorus]
Back when we started hustlin’, ain't no one think we'd shine
Feel like Jesus, they ain’t think he could turn water into wine
Loyalty like mine, yeah, that shit hard to find
Dealin' with these alligators gave me Florida state of mind
[Verse 1]
Time and time again, I look, it's hard to find a friend
Dad used to rock all the gold, I got the diamonds in
People tend to judge where you at, what kinda car you in
You could probably tell 'em the truth without the arguments
They pull up with drugs, hop in, ask, "Are you in?"
I was down to ridе like tires spinnin' on tar again
Said that you werе my shootin' star, can't see the stars again
How come showin' up for your friends could feel like martyr, man
It’s like you wait and the doctor call you in
It’s never good news, somethin' wrong with him
’specially when they ain't elevatin', they tend to draw you in
Feel like there ain't no way in hell that I could bring all you in
I made it past ’em, they was out relaxin'
They like to laugh, like drama, I'm into action
My sense of fashion wasn't orderly fashion
They call your passion an overreaction
In the kitchen and it's Taysty
[Chorus]
Back when we started hustlin’, ain't no one think we'd shine
Feel like Jesus, they ain’t think he could turn water into wine
Loyalty like mine, yeah, that shit hard to find
Dealin' with these alligators gave me Florida state of mind
[Verse 1]
Time and time again, I look, it's hard to find a friend
Dad used to rock all the gold, I got the diamonds in
People tend to judge where you at, what kinda car you in
You could probably tell 'em the truth without the arguments
They pull up with drugs, hop in, ask, "Are you in?"
I was down to ridе like tires spinnin' on tar again
Said that you werе my shootin' star, can't see the stars again
How come showin' up for your friends could feel like martyr, man
It’s like you wait and the doctor call you in
It’s never good news, somethin' wrong with him
’specially when they ain't elevatin', they tend to draw you in
Feel like there ain't no way in hell that I could bring all you in
I made it past ’em, they was out relaxin'
They like to laugh, like drama, I'm into action
My sense of fashion wasn't orderly fashion
They call your passion an overreaction
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