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chris crack - flights on you, room on me... it could all be so simple lyrics

[verse 1: surfboard c]
don’t fly to close to the sun, even when…
even when you know the one
ima leave it in
cuz, me with the pen
thats sorta like
that’s sorta like bruce lee with the zen
watch me ascend
i’m c+cky & slim
she in her panties
i’m in my pumas
like asap rocky & nem
cop me a benz (g+wagon)
the universe so ready to throw some versace on him
yacht party with friends (waterrr)
my new bop, well
she look like ashanti but slim
i don’t even know how to start or begin
surf

[verse 2: chris crack]
nice jacket, indecisive, never light packing
ice statues in the hotel lobby, but they like action
fighting past the body sn+tchers, effortless don’t hardly practice
godly fashion, palming asses, gripping grain, fl!cking bugs
juicing sh+t, go get the gloves and mix the mud, don’t talk me up
leave me out that chatty pat, she just want her daddy back
i had it bad, kisses on her tabby cat the fatty patch
left her legs shaking partly handicapped, i’m in my groove
still got on my socks n shoes it’s hot as june, or august 1st
lazy when they stall at work, pocket pool i called the verse
smoking on my lunch break, the dumb way involving surf
i just want em all to squirt, grove street or baller turf
heathens left em all in church, preaching b+tch i see you peeking
thesis on why ain’t you speaking, sh+t was creepy i don’t need this
beg for features never me, adaptive cause they flexed the streets
breed i hope he rest in peace, n+ggas ain’t gon let this be

- chris crack lyrics

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