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• Artiste: Stalley
• Titre: Island Hopping
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I took some time off just to see the world I live hoppin' in my Jordan 4's The box logo T Bermuda shorts, clean resorts, full of ten women Cooler feel, cold bottle in them Stretched out like the 7th indent My 7th heaven is some miles away But I'll just sit here, American dream in this beach here today Leave my troubles in the past years and try and stay humble When the clouds clear cause nobody was around here When everybody doubted yea Now it's open letters and gift mail Kind words from strangers that don't sit well And every chick I meet is out to get mel I feel Safe on this alit, all my thoughts are locked away Safe on this alley, a treasure full of diamonds Gems for the rhymin', I drop them every now and then Black it now, smoke through the wind Ashes on the pages of my journal made from snake skin Staring in the ocean where the great swim I'm thinking 'bout jumping in Came a long way from jumping tens Switches on the Impala, tiers so skinny I was bouncing on rims (Popping my color) Listening to a pimp, beutricatish I was underground then and still underground now Difference is I'm under palm trees, not trying to be found Close my eyes and breathe (just breathe) It's right in me, I can feel a breeze (feel a breeze) Let yourself float away cause you spent every day strugglin' I know that my escape is an island, is the island away They said don't let this money ever change me Or let MMG play me Or none of these music niggas downgrade me They say in the land of many I'm king A savior to the whole dream The same player who kept his goal clean Kaki starch and his shirt sting Shoot strings help my pants up Now I'm hoopla dancing with my thumbs up Scuba diving in my sun trups Scoobs McDuck with these big bucks Green fingers from this paper countin' Made enough last year to put my mama next to mountains But who's counting, drowning Or should I say basting in his glory Poor boy, the wealthy man is Hawal in my story When it's all said and done, in this life I had fun and did what I love Had no regrets, held no grudge White doves and seagulls remind me of my travels Spread my wings and fly away Don't cry if I should die today I left my mark and Namaste Collect my thoughts and paddle away You can collect my thoughts and paddle away Close my eyes and breathe (just breathe) It's right in me, I can feel a breeze (feel a breeze) Let yourself float away cause you spent every day strugglin' I know that my escape is an island, is the island away I was underground then and still underground now Difference is I ain't tryna be found I ain't tryna be found I was underground then and still underground now Difference is I ain't tryna be found