Baby's black balloon makes her fly I almost fell into that hole in your life You're not thinking about tomorrow 'Cause you were the same as me But on
: Baby's black balloon makes her fly I almost fell into that hole in your life And you're not thinking about tomorrow 'Cause you were the same as me
Baby's black balloon makes her fly I almost fell into that hole in your life And you're not thinking about tomorrow 'Cause you were the same as me But
clowns Everybody dancin' C'mon children, c'mon children Come on, clap your hands Sun went down in honey and the moon came up in wine You know stars were spinnin' dizzy
Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free Dizzy with eternity Paint it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and sea Call it home for
bricks in the wheels, chips in the field of fortune Dead men walkin with hits on the grills Late night at the spot, posted with goons, dope and balloons
Big Cats Yeaaaahhhh It's the remix so bring ya top hat(eh) What ya talkin bout It's L-O I rap now it's rap skizzo Thirty bands... fo shizzo Eight balls
! Clap - clap your hands! Clap - clap your hands! Now do that dance! And no we won't stop, 'Cause it's just too hot! But if you feel dizzy, I suggest
Where we, r-i-d, e, and smoke Chorus Verse three: belo I, made my money on the dl Closed shop in the pontiac we bail To the mall to ball we're all
grizzy Even though I'm sick and I'm tired, I gets busy Started sixty two, what ended up a Frisbee And me I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy Ball
so Yeah, you blew my mind And I know , I'm ballin', yeah I'm ballin' Do that, who that, you that one they called on Baller' get your ball on It's all
fuck with blunts, fuck a blunt now Some niggas is worse than ho's Holdin' somethin' on your chest let it go I'll make a bitch blow balls like a ball
, now I'm telling you don't Nigger please you provoke no feeling You must of forgot, the girls of whom you're dealing We haven't the urge, to get busy Like those dizzy
Oh, oh its your boy hot breezy fucking with polow the dizzy (let's go) my money rollin, we rollin doin the rock sixty on a highway i don't want it your
at waterloo With the bayonets of thorns repelling Small children in search of lost tennis balls Seeing everything and giving their all I used to be scared of heights I used to get dizzy
know where we are They tell me we're circlin' a star Well I'll take their word I don't know But I'm dizzy so it may be so I'm riding a big round ball
I'm the master I was slick like, "Huh, do I know you? I got play, here, let me show ya" Used to have a girl that was on the ball When the cash flow
heat You estimate a hundred thou, we sold 5 in a week Chorus Outro: Peter Gunz We will ball We won't fall We will ball We won't fall We will ball We
