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TWO HI (WAVES)
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Less talking, more motion (Wave)
We sailing, the world's our ocean (Wave)
They searching, web surfing
Just to ride our (Wave)
'Cause we too fly, 'cause we too high (Wave, wave, wave)
Shit, I was thinking to myself
A nigga get paid a lot
I used to stay looking for work
Sleep in a car parking lot
You know I'm worth more than that
The Dior suitcase put Compton on the map
Cops patrolling, shit so potent
You know I'm holding that, mm
They talking, talking, ain't talking 'bout shit
Sea walking, walking above the ocean
I don't know, I'm getting pulled by the current
Don't see nothing when I pull back the curtain
Whole crowd hands up just reaching
That's what I call a wave
Time keeps ticking
No point in tryna wait
Me and my girl invited to the party
We showing up fashionably late
They be wanting to meet with the boss
But don't even know what it take (What?)
I don't even take pictures no more
When I go far places, it's corny
I don't even talk to girls no more when I go out
'Cause really, they bore me
You too drunk or too horny
I got shit to do in the morning
And I can't see me slowing down this train for you
Less talking, more motion (Wave)
We sailing, the world's our ocean (Wave)
They searching, web surfing
Just to ride our (Wave)
'Cause we too fly, 'cause we too high (Wave, wave, wave)
The drugs had me talking to myself (Talking to myself)
Lift my eyes to the hills, which cut my hell
Don't be stressing, boy, your blessing's on the way
'Cause you can fly today, ride the wave
Females, y'all think y'all slick
Man-nagers, desires to be rich
I've seen some things, I know the games
Raised in a home with nine siblings
All sisters, no misters, man
Now this the thing, I won't be played by no dame
You fucking with me, then you feel the same
'Cause everything else is obviously lame
Less talking, more motion (Wave)
We sailing, the world's our ocean (Wave)
They searching, web surfing
Just to ride our (Wave)
'Cause we too fly, 'cause we too high (Wave, wave, wave)
The drugs had me talking to myself (Talking to myself)
Lift my eyes to the hills, which cut my hell
Don't be stressing, boy, your blessing's on the way
'Cause you can fly today, ride the wave
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Today, ride the wave
Yo, this is George "Dr. Funkenstein" Clinton
Saying beware of the chupacabra
Bloodsucker of livestock, some bad motherfuckers
Horrifying creatures
They lurks in the dark, hoping to catch you suckers slipping
Beware of the chupacabra
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