Pi'erre Bourne My Calendar текст песни, слова песни My Calendar Pi'erre Bourne
Pi'erre Bourne - My Calendar
Check the flash, check the flash, yeah, yeah
First, first, first, first, first
Where I'm from we get nervous when we hear those sirens
I hate driving while I'm black, that's why I got a driver
I got good music, 'cause my weed designer
I hate when she playing games 'cause she knows I like her
Yeah my diamonds make me smarter
Yeah they make me brighter
She gone blow me like Super Nintendo, yeah, Street Fighter
Campus police asking me, "Really? This worth while?"
I dropped out of college, yeah, I had to retire
All my college friends, still ain't getting high
Niggas still on the block, yeah with the fire
Got my young niggas out the streets, they inspired
Got the biggest wave, I feel like Poseidon
'Ye say I'm the greatest, I know he ain't lying
Man, I wish I got that shit in writing
They don't want a real one to go viral
Worried about a day, it's tomorrow
I'm worried about a day, it's tomorrow
Worried about a day, it's tomorrow
It's tomorrow, worried about a day, it's tomorrow
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