Veneta - Kyoto / Break Your Mind
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Back in these days, wanna go too these masses
Lay back, smoking on some gas yeah
Relax, don't you think about the past
My bitch bad, and she throwing lot of ass
Money on the floor, we want it back
Money in the air, yeah we never lack
Song ain't drop, this that new flex
This that new sex. this that green check
This that bad bitch shit, lap-dancing in the cornerback
You threw all ones, we threw quarterbacks
Never seen her, not a flashback
Easy life, easy racks
This world is lame, and i took it to my boo
They wanna hate on me, and everything i do
Evеrything i see, is very different from you
Black diamonds, shining on my body
Kyoto drеams, like id rather be off molly
Hundred in my mag, like we done caught a body
There somebody, pea-body, p90
Snow cones, all over on our necks
That hoe done ran up next
I wish you were here right now
This is not about me, this is bout you
This is about us, about what we do
{Part 2}
Take my time, i just gotta be patient
All it really takes, is real patience
Why you so hard on me? all you need is patience
Rolling back, cause really, we done really made it
Ill take a tab once again, i move out of here
Holding me so close, like a musketeer
All you see is me nowadays, we can try to cheer
Happy life happy days, but its a sad world here
How could i love you? in this world we in
Baby i could break your mind, and turn you to a ten
Playing games way to late, lets go to work
I text my boys, like we down in LA
Text my plug like we ain't go to Beverly Hills
The other day
Santa Monica, its a life
I don't live there, just sometimes
Eat up all this good food, we survived
You and me really did it
Im so proud, of we
We shouldn't never have broken trust
I know its a must, i love the way you cuff
Ran through my stuff, looking for my bud
It spills, i pack the bowl, like a crunch
Pack-a-punch my bitch, she ran out of love
I got my very own industry
Middle-of-the-city type of industry
But i wanna help all these ministries
Hell ran loose like it sentenced me
Lay back, smoking on some gas yeah
Relax, don't you think about the past
My bitch bad, and she throwing lot of ass
Money on the floor, we want it back
Money in the air, yeah we never lack
Song ain't drop, this that new flex
This that new sex. this that green check
This that bad bitch shit, lap-dancing in the cornerback
You threw all ones, we threw quarterbacks
Never seen her, not a flashback
Easy life, easy racks
This world is lame, and i took it to my boo
They wanna hate on me, and everything i do
Evеrything i see, is very different from you
Black diamonds, shining on my body
Kyoto drеams, like id rather be off molly
Hundred in my mag, like we done caught a body
There somebody, pea-body, p90
Snow cones, all over on our necks
That hoe done ran up next
I wish you were here right now
This is not about me, this is bout you
This is about us, about what we do
{Part 2}
Take my time, i just gotta be patient
All it really takes, is real patience
Why you so hard on me? all you need is patience
Rolling back, cause really, we done really made it
Ill take a tab once again, i move out of here
Holding me so close, like a musketeer
All you see is me nowadays, we can try to cheer
Happy life happy days, but its a sad world here
How could i love you? in this world we in
Baby i could break your mind, and turn you to a ten
Playing games way to late, lets go to work
I text my boys, like we down in LA
Text my plug like we ain't go to Beverly Hills
The other day
Santa Monica, its a life
I don't live there, just sometimes
Eat up all this good food, we survived
You and me really did it
Im so proud, of we
We shouldn't never have broken trust
I know its a must, i love the way you cuff
Ran through my stuff, looking for my bud
It spills, i pack the bowl, like a crunch
Pack-a-punch my bitch, she ran out of love
I got my very own industry
Middle-of-the-city type of industry
But i wanna help all these ministries
Hell ran loose like it sentenced me
