Текст 24hrs – 911

Someone please call 911
I smoked up all my damn weed
And I be puttin’ that shit on
Told that bitch to get on

Someone please call 911
Tell them I smoked up my weed
Someone please call 911
Tell them I smoked up my weed

Okay
Flyin’ ‘cross the oceans, ’69 TCH
Pills sunken in my seat
Blessin’ music, I can see what’s real
‘Bout to get this money then get home to my baby boy
Niggas talkin’ millions
Booked this flight, then I’m makin’ more
Sittin’ at the crib, I used to be on the same thing
Now I’m bookin’ flights, goin’ places where they know my name
Do the festival, then I’m stayin’ at the hotel
Smokin’ hella weed, hope the manager don’t smell
Fans takin’ pictures, they be hopin’ that we meet again
I been workin’ out, I’m just hopin’ that I eat again
Jetlag like a motherfucker, so I’m sleepin’ in
Fucked her last time I came here, so I need a friend
Flyin’ ‘cross the oceans
Diamonds like the oceans
Niggas copy us ’cause we the wave like the oceans
Aw man, see the oceans
It’s a wrap like the oceans
Goin’ deep, I’m feelin’ like I’m drownin’ in the ocean
Bring my weed across the oceans
My profit ‘cross the oceans
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in my gram ’cause we the wave like the oceans
Just came from ‘cross the oceans
My clothes from ‘cross the oceans
They ask me where I been, I been drownin’ in the ocean

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