Yea, I smell that hookah in the air, yo Ken that's you lightin dat shit up? dats dat grape mint shit right there, ok, ride wit me!
[Verse 1: J. Lewis]
Dis dat grown music dis here is dat I'm out da parents crib make it on my own music dis dat vibe music dis sumum like a summer time drive take a midnight ride music dis dat toke music get ya mind right smoke to it copp a ounce roll a blunt music get high to it take a drink feel nice to it feel good get hype music dis here is dat I gotta live life music puffing cohibas in a robe gettin dome music new whip music curtains drawn no tint music who cares what they think music stack bread get my credit up type music vaca wit da wife music this your music, his music this her, music my music, fam this our music, lets get it!
[Chorus: J. Lewis]
I I I I just wanna do this all again, I I, I just wanna do this all again I I I I i i just wanna do this all again
[Verse 2: J. Lewis]
Relax now as I sip lemmi take a pic no laces in my shoes for this long trip tight rope but I won't slip calluses on my hands so on dis game I got a tight grip, But I'm feelin good alil misunderstood, layed back unless we gettin off the wrong foot, a fly guy who just enjoys the high life fly pelican fly I live a wild life, goin beast mode I won't stop tryin if I say I'm not an animal, I'd still be lyin(lion) I admit, I like to do different shit, one life to live so I'm goin in, love travelin to places I neva been Singapore 40/40 just to get a sling, Dubai, Palm Island just to get a drink, copp a bottle eachy, we drinkin on da beachy.
[Chorus: J. Lewis]
I just wanna do this all again, I just wanna do this all again, uh Whoo, come on!
[Verse 3: J. Lewis]
No matter what the cost like cleaned teeth we gotta floss hoes be like, no wonder bread be on my lip gloss, I'm full of myself I can't get enough I'm an artist wit a vision and a fresh brush one day we gon do this in a different way flights change the forecaset no umbrellas in my plane, touch down like Tebow to da T-bone uh my steak Australi stone grill tummies fill, champagne on chill,
[Post-Chorus: J. Lewis]
Whoo yea, I could see em 2 steppin to dis right here, for real yo Tee wadup, Son, Los, ha ha Mumraw! yea yea yea! whoo, I just wanna do this all again, Poetiq yea yea uh-huh I just wanna do this all again ha ha whoo, uh-huh, I'm in Iraq right now niggaz, wassup? still doin it, got bombs droppin in da back and everything, ha ha mybad thats just the music