Overflow - Brasil

It's the best life, no stress life
Sippin on Dom Perignon, that's a highlight
I get my grind right, hold her waist tight
Got my girl, she's my world, fucking through the night
And it's always like this, got my cash doing splits
And it's always like this, got them cats throwing fits

Return of the VCD y'all know me
Regardless, I'm spittin' truth on the high key
It's obvious, riding 'roud town with all my peeps
Sitting at the K bar. They know my name NAR
Cruisin' with the pack Huh
Wolfgang is the fact Huh
Wade knows where I'm at Huh
Playing those shows, who know where the fame goes
Not to the head, not mislead by the street cred
That once read, "We get bread"
What's unsaid could never be told
We craft trinkets of gold with our mind mold
That's the intellect that goes over your head
Recondite, live in spite, there's no right in your mind
That can lead you to shine

It's the best life, no stress life
Sippin on Dom Perignon, that's a highlight
I get my grind right, hold her waist tight
Got my girl, she's my world, fucking through the night
And it's always like this, got my cash doing splits
And it's always like this, got them cats throwing fits

Now sit back and watch in awe, as I spit it raw
I bring lyrical presents like I'm Santa Claus
Ho ho ho it's Christmas
Ho ho ho, witness the
Elegant, reverent, heaven-sent Flow
That always fiends for more when he's on the dance floor
The music vibes all night long, Go ahead and play her song
In the club, throw it back, make that ass clap
Come on girls, show them boys you know where it's at
This the night, don't hold back, make that thing go
Rumble rumble rumble let that thing shake more

It's the best life, no stress life
Sippin on Dom Perignon, that's a highlight
I get my grind right, hold her waist tight
Got my girl, she's my world, fucking through the night
And it's always like this, got my cash doing splits
And it's always like this, got them cats throwing fits

It's the best life, no stress life
Sippin on Dom Perignon, that's a highlight
I get my grind right, hold her waist tight
Got my girl, she's my world, fucking through the night
And it's always like this, got my cash doing splits
And it's always like this, got them cats throwing fits

Written by:
Nicholas Robinson

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