Letra de ' HBSL (feat. Ben Great) ' de Tyler Carter

Everyday it fuckin’ rains
I’m married to this marijuana
All the things I fail to do
Are the things that bury you
So now I’m coming out here
To the land of caviar and cocaine
We shrimpin’ in some champagne
We focused on this damn thing
Bitch mean nothing
She just homie hopping
She on the prowl
Now I’m up here huntin’
Always up to something
Can’t see me from the clouds

How bout some love, how bout some love

Do you wanna come get high with me
Taking off in the sky like MJ, I believe I can fly
I been great, ain't no news to my line so hit me up
Probably out in the valley to kitchens I’m cooking up
Music is why I do it, the feeling it gives, it numbs
It heals, it hurts, it burns, It’s real, it feels, it loves
Made me what I’ve become, youngin’ from Cincinnati
Ohio state and the Buckeyes, had memories on that campus
Back to back we smoking, acid rolling, seeing shit I never noticed, catapulting
Tryna level up, man I swear I need a foreign goddess, driving in a foreign
Foreign juggin' in a foreign party I'm still here in California
Someone tryna be somebody, I keep getting closer closer
Close enough to be somebody, everyday I focus focus
Faith is all I need to guide me, tell me if you rolling rolling, all my problems put behind me

Bitch mean nothing
She just homie hopping
She on the prowl
Now I’m up here huntin’
Always up to something
Can’t see me from the clouds

How bout some love, how bout some love

But away we go, cause separate ways we grow I had fun
New waves fosho I’m tryna pave the road to be the one
I'll leave it to you, to say what you on, damn if you do, damn if you don't
I know what I do, I know what I want

How bout some love, how bout some love