"AFRO" lyrics
MIKE & SURF GANG Lyrics
(Flea)
Living fast, always swing with the lean, if it wasn't gas
Probably prob– (Ugh, SURG GANG, baby)
(Ta-la-da)
Crazy just to think how much love has passed
That's what made me into a G, never run it back
I grew up blazing by the sink, tryna run it back
Was fewer praise out for peace, move a hundred racks
Sickened days, I felt the grief in my mother pad
Been tryna make it own my feet and made a couple laughs
Are you a stranger to the streets? Need to come to class
They teach you how to raise the fee, make the double fast
Swayin' with a lean, if it wasn't gas
They probably breaking in their feet, pray for another gat
Can sit and staying in the east, race another lap
A due vacation in Pari' and face a London pack
And niggas hated on the team, fuck, what's up with that?
Because we raining like the spring, like the summer's bad
They're giving pain to any dweeb if they wanted that
Your lil' vape don't even sting, why it's bubblewrap?
An innovator, I'm the dream, my lucky ass
And you can't take me out to sleep, huh
Remember breaking out the weed to the hungry path
I felt the weight of all the heat, my luggage dragged
One thing 'bout aging that I peep, I need to underpack
Or put the pave to your teeth for your brother yak
You thought I'd be there for relief, now you chose stat
Crazy just to think how much love has passed
What made me to a king, never running back
I grew up blazing by the sink, tryna run it back
Was fewer praise out for peace, move a hundred racks
Crazy just to think how much love has passed
That's what made me to a G, never running back
I grew up blazing by the sink, tryna run it back
Was fewer praise out for peace, move a hundred racks (Flea)
(SURF GANG, baby)
Nothing on your shoulders, that you cannot handle
Living fast, always swing with the lean, if it wasn't gas
Probably prob– (Ugh, SURG GANG, baby)
(Ta-la-da)
Crazy just to think how much love has passed
That's what made me into a G, never run it back
I grew up blazing by the sink, tryna run it back
Was fewer praise out for peace, move a hundred racks
Sickened days, I felt the grief in my mother pad
Been tryna make it own my feet and made a couple laughs
Are you a stranger to the streets? Need to come to class
They teach you how to raise the fee, make the double fast
Swayin' with a lean, if it wasn't gas
They probably breaking in their feet, pray for another gat
Can sit and staying in the east, race another lap
A due vacation in Pari' and face a London pack
And niggas hated on the team, fuck, what's up with that?
Because we raining like the spring, like the summer's bad
They're giving pain to any dweeb if they wanted that
Your lil' vape don't even sting, why it's bubblewrap?
An innovator, I'm the dream, my lucky ass
And you can't take me out to sleep, huh
Remember breaking out the weed to the hungry path
I felt the weight of all the heat, my luggage dragged
One thing 'bout aging that I peep, I need to underpack
Or put the pave to your teeth for your brother yak
You thought I'd be there for relief, now you chose stat
Crazy just to think how much love has passed
What made me to a king, never running back
I grew up blazing by the sink, tryna run it back
Was fewer praise out for peace, move a hundred racks
Crazy just to think how much love has passed
That's what made me to a G, never running back
I grew up blazing by the sink, tryna run it back
Was fewer praise out for peace, move a hundred racks (Flea)
(SURF GANG, baby)
Nothing on your shoulders, that you cannot handle
