Ruggo - Bees

(Yea, yea, yea, yea)
(Yea, yea, yea, yea)
(Yea, yea, yea, yea)
(Ooh yea)
(Uhm, uhm)
I float with the bees when I go on about my day
They throw up the Ps when I'm on westside of Maclay
I didn't have no peace until I made it out my way
I ain't seen no greens until I planned my own escape
(Yea)
Problems every season, swear that shit just ain't ok
Somehow I defeat 'em, bitch I'm used to feeling drained
I got me a twenty out of ten, she give me love
Swear she keep me going when I feel like giving up (Givin')
I ain't been outside for something fun in fucking years
Got myself a nine to five, that ain't fly
Bad idea
Fuckin' right
Used to have so many friends
We was talking every night
Sad they couldn't keep up with my fucking drive
Now it's fine
I float with the bees when I go on about my day
They throw up the Ps when I'm on westside of Maclay
I didn't have no peace until I made it out my way
I ain't seen no greens until I planned my own escape
Call that what you want
They ain't from my section
Walk that boulevard
You go missing with no message
(I float with the bees when I go on about my day
They throw up the Ps when I'm on westside of Maclay)
(Yea)
(I)
I got me some trauma
Fuck it, 'bout to solve it with some ganja
That ain't love
But it's something I can come back to tomorrow
What's the buzz?
Motherfuckers out here dodging all their karma where I'm from
(Where you from?)
(Where am I from?)
I float with the bees when I go on about my day
They throw up the Ps when I'm on westside of Maclay
I didn't have no peace until I made it out my way
I ain't seen no greens until I planned my own escape
Call that what you want
They ain't from my section
Walk that boulevard
You go missing with no message
(I float with the bees when I go on about my day
They throw up the Ps when I'm on westside of Maclay)
Yea, yea
Fucking right
All my life
That's a fight
Yea, yea
Fucking right
That's a fight
On my life
Yea, yea
Fucking right
That's my righthand
That's my rider
Yea, yea
Fucking right
That's my light
That's my life
I float with the bees when I go on about my day
They throw up the Ps when I'm on westside of Maclay
I didn't have no peace until I made it out my way
I ain't seen no greens until I planned my own escape
I float with the bees when I go on about my day
They throw up the Ps when I'm on westside of Maclay
(I found my own way)

Written by:
Ryan Sheerer

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