Ocean's nine eleven
Pilot screaming mayday
Life is on a route
And it's looking like a maybe
Maybe life is going into a dead end
Never gonna know until I hit a lucky seven
Got a homie named Kevin, with a brother named Devin
And a handful of hoes yeah, we walking down to seven, eleven
Hands coming close to midnight
Smoking a bit dope now we feel a little bit high
Easily comes and easily goes
But where did the hosanna in the highest go?
Perhaps inside the nose of these other hoes
It's sunny California but tonight it snowed
I'm feeling low but we keeping the high
She already said bye but she still on my side
Yeah I feel her close, she let me peel her clothes
Felt like mangoes and peaches when I held her close, uh, yeah
We going at it like a pack of rabbits
Stacking on each other got me harder than mathematics
We then admitted that we cracked like a pair of addicts
Story was set in stone, sadly doomed to feel the
Ocean's nine eleven
Pilot screaming mayday
Life is on a route
And it's looking like a maybe
Maybe life is going into a dead end
Never gonna know until I hit a lucky seven