Often Spaced - Crusing Through the Belt (prod. DJ C-Jay)

I give up the stars, and the sun, and the sky, and the moon, for you
Yea
I'll pick up guitar, or the bass, or the drums to play a tune, for you
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Just us baby, so I got the two door coupe
That's for you
We gon touch the road
Yea and if want well take it nice and slow
Cruising through the belt
She know how to stay up in her lane now
Yea She's stellar, and you know I'm talking way out
Every second that I'm with her, wanna layout
Trojans on me, I'm a charge her, Junior Seau
Hey now, I just want my baby on the side of me
Sit her ass in my whip, or skip to sodomy
She feel my fro, n say it kinda look like broccoli
Then we toke the greens, And say we into botany
And yes I'm floating
Touching the road
Showing emotion
Getting dome
Can't do convertibles
Her locomotion
Going up and down
She using Newton's second law of motion
Yea
Get it wet to suck it dry, and cause erosion
I give up the stars, and the sun, and the sky, and the moon, for you
Yea
I'll pick up guitar, or the bass, or the drums to play a tune, for you
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Just us baby, so I got the two door coupe
That's for you
We gon touch the road
Yea and if want well take it nice and slow
Cruising through the belt

Written by:
Gaffney Pierre

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