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D B S Expectations Are For The Old

to go sit back in the crowd Teacher told me get a job, save up for a 401(k) Man I'd rather be young and shit, countin' $401k. I'd rather die with a smile

the craze Accepted eclectic the phrase that pays Old eddy hayes it's time to blaze One of l.a.'s that's born and raised Now that we've got ourselves

Soul For Real ass... Nigga that's Soul For Real, That the nigga from Soul For Real! Candy Rain ass nigga... He got a deal now he rappin' You'ont know what's

floor's starting to react Watch opposites attract The spots heavin', expect beatin' I'm gonna shake a little, woah BRIDGE: Oh, are you seein' how I love to dance Are

my money so old, My grill iced out so my barbecues cold, 3-2-1 blast off you bastards, Spaceship doors, my garage is NASA, Hedgehog game, I am much faster, You are

West, there's nothing you can tell me, I am super sexy in my white tee or my wife b, Burn so many trees, Smokey Bear doesn't like me, Let's be honest,

accelerated from the J-8's car The sirens sound violent they expect more not ready I'm on the stoop my man named Little Eddy we started laughing He's

game to go sit back in the crowd Teachers told me get a job, save up for 401k Man I'd rather be young and shit, countin 401k. I'd rather die with a smile

For Real ass... Nigga that's Soul For Real, That the nigga from Soul For Real! Candy Rain ass nigga... He got a deal now he rappin' You'ont know what's