Lyrics Cam Meekins – Westside Highway
Text:
Yah
Coming from the east side
Now she on the west side
Driving down the west side
?
caught my next flight
You just want the sex right
I’ma make that shit fly
If anybody
?
Don’t know what’s wrong with my head
All this drama make me dead
I don’t really wanna fight
I’d rather lay with you in bed
Give a fuck ’bout what they said
Never talking to offend
It’s just us against the world
So we gon’ go and get this bread
I don’t care how much money I make
I still need my baby girl to be right in my place
We been popping fine wine, she been calling in late
We been sleeping in the morning, we gon’ wake up and bake
You know the vibe’s getting high while she sit on my face
That’s too explicit, I’m just kidding man, but really I ain’t
I’m getting money off this rap shit but you cannot relate
I might just go and sit in traffic for that ass it’s so great
I’m feeling like we taking off, those problems, shake ’em off
I ain’t got shit to say to other bitches man, I’m playing golf
And when the summer turn to fall, we still gonna be kicking
This that top-down, sun-is-shining, 70 degrees
Had to cop that diamond necklace for my girl, she saying jeez
We pouring up that fifth and I ain’t talking ’bout a plea
But I really gonna know girl is you coming home with me
Coming from the east side
Now she on the west side
Driving down the west side
Now I got the checks right
?
caught my next flight
You just want the sex right
I’ma make that shit fly
If anybody
?
Don’t know what’s wrong with my head
All this drama make me dead
I don’t really wanna fight
I’d rather lay with you in bed
Give a fuck ’bout what they said
Never talking to offend
It’s just us against the world
So we gon’ go and get this bread
?, every day I wake up
Smoke a joint and get my weight up while she working on her makeup
Like I used to be a player, moving like the mayor
Cojanglez got the beat, kinda sounding like John Mayer
And the studio’s my lair, she meet me when I’m there
She treat me like a snare, banging me like she don’t care
Claim to me it isn’t fair how I keep it this smooth
I rolled 100 joints a day while I be keeping this mood
We hanging out this summertime, I’m telling stories to you
Man I just hope I get a chance to do way more things with you, yeah
Coming from the east side
Now she on the west side
Driving down the west side
Now I got the checks right
?
caught my next flight
You just want the sex right
I’ma make that shit fly
If anybody
?
Don’t know what’s wrong with my head
All this drama make me dead
I don’t really wanna fight
I’d rather lay with you in bed
Give a fuck ’bout what they said
Never talking to offend
It’s just us against the world
So we gon’ go and get this bread
