Texty:
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Every heartache that you have The way you barely even laugh You feel so insecure But honestly don't you know All the stuff that makes you feel so

Freeze frame! I could see it was a rough-cut Tuesday Slow-motion weekdays stare me down Her lipstick reflex got me wound There were no defects to be

howzit, shake a shaka No worry, no fear, ain't no biggie braddah Cuttin' in, cuttin' up, cuttin' back, cuttin' out Frontside, backside, goofy footed, wipe out Looking for the wipeout Let's get jumpin

It's nothing complicated Bout' the way we live We are here for each other Happy to give All we have we share And all of us we care (CHORUS) So come

I lai la Ua i la No mala hini ohana Welcome cousins, e komo mai Aloha e komo mai Oh when you're down, you're feeling low Got nobody by your side It

shooters, we tote glock nines And we don't smoke a peace pipe, we smoke fat dimes It's a place where it's a common site to see the 5-0 Hit the other

Mr. Mr. Scarface from walking down the block Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends And Mr. Mr.

Skate I'd roll to the club Drunk off the bird with thumbtack holes in my glove Stood in the corner waiting for bullshit to jump And in the event it jumped

[Sheek Louch] Jump out the Rover nigga Hoodie on, back to carryin' them thangs Summer's ova nigga (Oh Summer's ova) I clap my shit Just copped a GT, album