Wiz Khalifa
Wiz Khalifa - Bed Rest songtekst
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You already know who the f*ck it is man Taylor, Uh, smoke kush so I ain't got no stress Stunnin', it ain't no contest Diamonds all in my Rolex Cuz I go hard like P90x See you dudes copying our moves Now you followin' our steps Little kids just in the mirror, tryna' flex Speakin' of flex, shout out the flex And everyone else that said do this next Tell these lame niggas cut the check Try to rest now try the best Gangsters, trippy niggas, all here with me nigga My weed's so strong, my brain so gone Outer space, solar oh My chain, polar oh My bank, so long oh Like I was playing poker, oh, poker oh My face all on the tele, so fuck what they tell me I always keep it real, cause people love the real me They ran up on my bus, cause police said they smell me So me and LOLA blow and smoke in LA Flossin', straight bossin' Take strands, we cross 'em My chains, ay, They cost 'em They haitin', we awesome Throw back on thinking Lately I've been thinking I've been partying too much and living like the weekend And then I think bout what my life could be That's when I pour another drink, and light this weed You really sure you wanna grow up and be just like me? Chorus: They say, say I'm livin' it I'm all about it, they all about it, we all about it Dem, dem haters, them, ha-haters They sick of this I'm all about it, they all about it, we all about it Dat, dat paṗer, dat pa-paper I'm gettin' it Dem, dem haters, them, ha-haters They sick of this I'm all about it, they all about it, we all about it