Montreux

Yea, and this is what

I do Yea, lames catch feelings we catch flights ? seen him till you seen him, jet life

Yea lames catch feelings we catch flights ..you ain't seen him till ya'?yea, fool

You ain't never seen the man until you seen the man

Uh, kush smoke

Money clothes hoes

Hurry up before that elevator door close

This that 1980

Marvin Gaye live at the

Montreux Stars in the audience

Al Jarreau in the third row

Parent guardian to this art for its my baby

Lazy eye though watchful

Try to play me

I spot you

Points I prove with my every move

Right from the beginning

I was right and that was very true

This is what

I knew Make a fool out of you if we were to duel

In a hall playa playin' pool

Renegade bitches choose

Word to Max

Jeux Drop jewels

Diamonds different hues

Type of shit

I like to do

Orange leather in my coupe

Carrot soup

My women ball word to

Sheryl Swoops

Minus the hoop she fell through

Fell in love with the blue dreamin'

Of things she can't have

Now she's looking down like she's tryin' to use her ipad

Pro tools confiscated as evidence by the crime lab

But I ain't even have to do it like that

Knife work on the track

Many will cut and slash

At the neck like a sash

Blood on my hands

Me and my killer band

Raw shit killa-gram

Eyes spinning ceiling fan

You ain't never seen the man until you seen the man

Raw shit killa-gram

High spinning ceiling fan

You ain't seen the man until you seen the man

Fool Yea