No Cell Phones - Dom Kennedy

You the baddest at my show, girl

Tryna let you know, girl

I park Super Sports, at the liquor store

Wit' them two tens in the back

235s wrapped around the muthafucka and it’s like that

Free the homie

And every nigga down from tryna push a hood

They hate me in the labels, I’m misunderstood

For giving niggas hope they can own they shit

But they’ll trade it all for a froze wrist

Jon and Vinny’s to go, we lasted ten years

Blood, sweat, and tears dawg I’m serious

I’m out here off experience

Top me off the strength, bitch

Don’t be acting bougie like that

'Cause you know a nigga rap and you know my pockets stacked

You the baddest at my show, girl

Tryna let you know, girl

Uh, so I wrote this

When I fall asleep, I think about you (you)

Somewhere on a nice island with panoramic views

No cell phones, one pair of shoes

You can walk around nude, yea it’s cool

Our nights are the brightest

Thoughts are collidin'

Pina Coladas

Then I’m inside ya

Uh, Then I’m behind ya

I don’t plan on letting go

I need another dose

I need another dose

Shit

Shorty like an angel

Sweet like mango

This is what I say to her

This is what I say to her

I don’t plan on letting go

And I got say so

Parked at the liquor store

Yea

OPM number one

Uh, thank you for flying with the clique

Sorry for the turbulence

Uh

Rub my back

When I fall asleep, I think about you (you)

Somewhere on a nice island with panoramic views

No cell phones, one pair of shoes

You can walk around nude, yea it’s cool