Lip Lyrics
My summer’s great yo, I wanna know how’s yours
Besides the beach sand, I want the deets on detours
Keep struggling on that work yo, I’m Tommy Cruisin'
(Chorus)
This is in remembrance of my man Sean Bell
In celebration of them days where there were no shells
[Verse 2]
Yo, I ain’t no Kevin James, nah I'm not the King of Queens
No copping at the mall either, no time for jeans
I’m in the concrete jungle, Mowgli by all means, and
I'm a Rabble Rouser, Eddy Duane on them deans
But never underestimate the heart of a champ
But I say I never seen a champ using food stamps, see
N
Man, yeah I must say
Dreams were not fulfilled before they reached the grave
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So I'mma do it for them, success is what I crave
I want a Milli shows, a Milli in a wave
Rave, blackened-white, I’m kinda gray
It’s a shame I don’t get much songs to play
But before I get played, let me take a stop at the shop and try to get an upgrade...
(Chorus) (x2)
