Chris Era - A.O.I.C

It was so funny
You were like, I like it
I was like, cool
Come here we got this (I got this)
I've had fun, you know
Whatever is meant to be, will be
Sometimes I feel like cruising in the daytime
I always gotta keep it real like State Farm
My homie with this girl he's really sleeping on 'em
He got no pot to piss in so he's just pissing on 'em
Every time I show everybody my music
They say I'm old school, you in the wrong generation
I'm not in the wrong place, I just got a different taste
For all this music that I make, all this dinner on my plate
Shit I gotta hit the dental
I don't even got the fucken pockets for the rental
I don't even got the fucken drums that they sent you
I always gotta write my shit the paper and the pencil
Dropping penicillin like I'm dropping acid
Cause that shit was ass man, you got the ears to hear that
Cause love and hate always got a date with jealousy
Me and my music always got a destiny I'm singing
Everybody want you girl, and everybody wants you girl
A.O.I.C
Everybody want you girl, and everybody wants you girl
A.O.I.C
Everybody want you girl, and everybody wants you girl
A.O.I.C
Everybody want you girl, and everybody wants you girl
A.O.I.C
Man where the hell you been at
I've been waiting for 4 hours where the hell my weed at
I really need this shit, my parents bringing me down
Man shut the fuck up dog, now we hit it like this
Spitting facts with my homies I head to Punta Cana
I'll take your 7 digits right now, call you mañana
I got a cousin you can mingle with, nah who am I kidding
I got my dick that you can mingle with (Oh shit)
I got a grip on your neck that's where my knuckles under (Uh)
I take a grip on your thigh that pussy wet as summer (Uh)
Rain down on us, chains down in cuts
Down there is where I hang my nuts (Oh!)
Please don't shit on my chest I ain't really into that
I got a pic of your toes he don't approve of that
You see the lottery shows that when you take off your clothes
I see heaven while I sit and compose this
Track, and I make it to a CPAP
Tryna get to 21 like I'm handling blackjack
I sit and stay with my cards, stray away from the guards
'Cause we in the vanguard, no scars
Rest In Peace to Ali, sign me
He got the deal, what you gotta do to find me ah me
And it all really shows
Cause the only thing I'm into is my boats and hoes, bitch
Everybody want you girl, and everybody wants you girl
A.O.I.C
Everybody want you girl, and everybody wants you girl
A.O.I.C
Everybody want you girl, and everybody wants you girl
A.O.I.C
Everybody want you girl, and everybody wants you girl
A.O.I.C

Written by:
Cristian Duarte

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