Are you ok?
Been starin' at you face, from across the room now
You seem out of placeIt's a new day, the people know your name
They smile when they see you
So why the long face?
Oh, ohBack on my shit, my bullshit that is
It feels so good to hold you, in my arms
We both know it's wrongI sing these songs, it's therapy you need
Need to, see right through you
Like you see through me
Me and my niggas gettin' paper
Highly blessed and highly favored
We ain't askin' for no favors
In Cali smokin' hella flavorsMe and my niggas gettin' paper
Highly blessed and highly favored
We ain't askin' for no favors
We in Cali smokin' hella flavorsSweet Emily, my bride-to-be
Struggle with me, financiallyAye, ya, ya,
Aye, ya, ya
Aye, ya, ya,
Aye, ya, yaChef boy, y'all see
Still cookin' up trouble like woe is me
I know I piss my girl off but oh Heaven, why'd she leave me?
Why'd she leave me?
The chef boy, y'all see
Still cookin' up trouble like woe is me
This shit ain't easyI know I piss my girl off but oh Heaven, why'd she leave me?
I watch the snow melt, slowly day by day
Green nights past it all melted it away
I know it will return and while things they have changed
It's best it stays the same, old things alwaysEmily please don't be my enemy
You were such a friend of me
I'm sorry for my energy
I'm sorry for my-, rest assuredThe day I won't be, insecure
You deserve the world to know
Next time I knock at your door
Next time I knock- (Ay, ya, ya, ya)
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