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cheezy charles - road eyeland, pt. 2 lyrics

yeah
na, na, na, na, na, na
na, na, na, na, na

i got my fitted cap
in my feelings
you know the vibes shorty
baby please put down your phone
just come and vibe shorty
don’t waste my time shorty
don’t tell me lies
enlighten me on how you shine and how you move
because i told you when i make it, its a wrap
now let me rhyme shorty
you give it the worst way
i up the deuce deuce like it’s my 22nd birthday
and i’m giving you thanks like it’s a late fall thursday
sometimes i wonder why
yeah you sane
but why you run me crazy in the first place
why you got me preaching like its church day
why i’m catching feelings like the first phase
why you need a coach cuz what your purse say
why you telling lies like it’s the first date
i’m glad i got to first base
little did i know they hitting home runs on they first take
little did i know she had a man and that’s her first bae
why you had to leave me in the worst way
she always said she love to hear my verse play
she always said i make it off of wordplay
she always said she’ll leave because she heard they
step a little different round’ here like this a probate
gotta lighten up from blacken out like she can turn gray
hurt bae
we couldn’t stand on route
you took the short way
essays
i’m writing all my wrongs through all my work days
had to settle down after my turnt days
because of you the neighbors really know me by my first name
yeah i gave her d+ck
she’ll go to war for it
hardcore
feel it in her stomach
make her want more
offshores
how i wear these feelings
because’ i pour more
closed doors
wish that you were really coming home more
wish i would’ve drove more
wish i would’ve called you on the phone more
i sit there and play on the game
and you cook on the stove for
bout’ four hours
but ain’t that what we fall in love for
ain’t that what we argue and we f+ck for
just so we can make up like foundation and contour
you hoping that i blow but what i’m calling you the bomb for
probably cause you can afford some tom ford
or probably cause you the only one that i got time for
so quit with all that cheezy ain’t got time and sh+t
cause’ really all i think about is you and all this rhyming sh+t
and really when i’m with you i ain’t writing down no rhymes and sh+t
so really you act selfish with my time and you act blind as sh+t
and really you treat rapping, making music like a crime and sh+t
because you gon’ support
but no you ain’t gon’ spend a dime for sh+t
you ready for the fame and seeing more money than scholarships
you ready for the lames, sabotages, and the vibes and sh+t
cause’ i don’t really know and girl you runnin’ out of time and sh+t
i’m runnin’ out of money
i’ve been penny, nickle, diming sh+t
i would’ve gave you a son
like when you look up and it shine and sh+t
would’ve made you a mom and sh+t

road eyeland

na, na, na, na, na, na
na, na, na, na, na

- cheezy charles lyrics

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