T.Y.E – La La Land (32 Album)

T.Y.E – La La Land (32 Album)

[Intro]
I don’t wanna be here anymore
Livin’ in this place is such a bore
I’ve already been here for so long
And I know this place inside out, deep in it’s core
I daydream into oblivion
And I say things, and yes I’m serious
I don’t wanna be here anymore, I wanna go, I wanna go

[Chorus]
I wanna go to la la la la la la la la land
I wanna go to la la la la la la la la land
I wanna go where it never gets cold
And when the sun touches my body
While skin turns to gold
I wanna know if this place is so
And if so, I wanna go, yeah yeah, I wanna go
I wanna go to la la la la la la la la land
I wanna go to la la la la la la la la land
I wanna go to la la la la la la la la land
I wanna go to la la la la la la la la land

[Part 1]
I’m steady dealin’ wit killers, that’s steady busting dem triggers
I wanna go to la la land behind a gram and some rillos
I got so many bitches that be on the ‘gram with no filter
But when they see me in person they sugarcoat
I’m the middle
So many creepers crawlin’ like caterpillars
Niggas be cater-pillin’ but won’t even cap with the pistol
‘Cause they get butterflies, I hope you feelin’ the riddle
Niggas clean sleepin’ on me, wake up with dirty pillows
Man I feel like Yak The Mack, I wanna go go go go go
Yeah dem dealers choppin’ bricks, karate dojo on pro
Bitches comin’ at me fast, you need to slow mo’ yo hoe
Got so many bitches here, I need a go pro on four
Just to think of what I could get
If I found a technique to teach the hood wit
They say TYE, yo’ depression is makin’ the hood sick
I wanna billion dollars but y’all just wanna be hood-rich

[Bridge]
I wanna go to la la la la la la la la land
I wanna go to la la la la la la la la land
I wanna go to la la la la la la la la land

[Part 2]
Bitch I’m from the Cliff
Choppa on my hip
Empty out the clip
Fuckin’ on yo bitch
Pour the four and sip
All my niggas drip
All my niggas sauce and dab
All my niggas pistol grip
All my niggas with the shits
Shoutout Reeves
Choppa hit ya in the lungs
Fuck around and can’t breath
Draco hit ya in the lungs
Fuck around and can’t breathe
T up Og money lew, shout out 32 gs
Them niggas use to be my homies
Till I hit rock bottom like Jabronis
Them niggas use to be my homie
Homie told me better have that thang on me
I don’t take to well to threats
Draco aimed at yo’ neck
Come at me with disrespect
I’ll be with you in just a sec
Free my cousin Corey chalk
Golds make it hard to talk
They was flexin’ when I took a loss
Now I’m flexin’ on ’em like a boss
I hang around wit lots of bloods
I’ve kicked a door with my cuz
Ain’t never fucked with a lame
Ain’t never fucked with a scrub
Ain’t never fucked with a bitch
Ain’t never fucked with a hoe
My niggas smokin’ out the zip
That oil gon’ hit the bottom when I pour
Shoutout my youngings cliff boys
They young but play with grownup toys
My lil niggas never switched
Got them older niggas paranoid
I never listen when you talk
You talkin’ all kinds of lies
That yoppa got ya scared stiff
Them pussy niggas paralyzed
I contemplated suicide
But I ain’t never been a killer
I woke up when I thought I died
And started murderin’ you niggas

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