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Less talking, more motion (Wave) | We sailing, the world's our ocean (Wave) | They searching, web surfing
Less talking, more motion (Wave) We sailing, the world's our ocean (Wave) They searching, web surfing Just to ride our (Wave) 'Cause we too fly, 'cause we too high (Wave, wave, wave) Shit, I was thinking to myself A nigga get paid a lot I used to stay looking for work Sleep in a car parking lot You know I'm worth more than that The Dior suitcase put Compton on the map Cops patrolling, shit so potent You know I'm holding that, mm They talking, talking, ain't talking 'bout shit Sea walking, walking above the ocean I don't know, I'm getting pulled by the current Don't see nothing when I pull back the curtain Whole crowd hands up just reaching That's what I call a wave Time keeps ticking No point in tryna wait Me and my girl invited to the party We showing up fashionably late They be wanting to meet with the boss But don't even know what it take (What?) I don't even take pictures no more When I go far places, it's corny I don't even talk to girls no more when I go out 'Cause really, they bore me You too drunk or too horny I got shit to do in the morning And I can't see me slowing down this train for you Less talking, more motion (Wave) We sailing, the world's our ocean (Wave) They searching, web surfing Just to ride our (Wave) 'Cause we too fly, 'cause we too high (Wave, wave, wave) The drugs had me talking to myself (Talking to myself) Lift my eyes to the hills, which cut my hell Don't be stressing, boy, your blessing's on the way 'Cause you can fly today, ride the wave Females, y'all think y'all slick Man-nagers, desires to be rich I've seen some things, I know the games Raised in a home with nine siblings All sisters, no misters, man Now this the thing, I won't be played by no dame You fucking with me, then you feel the same 'Cause everything else is obviously lame Less talking, more motion (Wave) We sailing, the world's our ocean (Wave) They searching, web surfing Just to ride our (Wave) 'Cause we too fly, 'cause we too high (Wave, wave, wave) The drugs had me talking to myself (Talking to myself) Lift my eyes to the hills, which cut my hell Don't be stressing, boy, your blessing's on the way 'Cause you can fly today, ride the wave Today, ride the wave Yo, this is George "Dr. Funkenstein" Clinton Saying beware of the chupacabra Bloodsucker of livestock, some bad motherfuckers Horrifying creatures They lurks in the dark, hoping to catch you suckers slipping Beware of the chupacabra
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