Woorden:
Jewel Cruise Control

you let it fly Let it go, oh You're not here, you're not in love... You're on cruise control You're on cruise control You're on cruise control You have

, hopin' we match You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached It said, "You look like the type that, know what you like" I could tell by the jewels

Them bitches tonguin' in the back I'm gettin' some head up in the frontseat She like, "I got this" you control the cockpit While her partners in the back

found it, For others are following you. Just because you're a suicide. . . Don't stuff the Queen in a blender And turn the control to ``puree,'' Then

information look listen and read While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed Satisfy

same, as the others back in the past See I tried to have someone like you, but didn't add up to half Cruising it with my queen, the jewels the wrist and

been braggin money on But time's up (that's fucked up) nigga get gone We don't cruise (on 'em) when we move (on 'em) Keep it rugged never smooth (on 'em) drop jewels

The City Streets Through Police In Them Costumes Peace In The Suburbs For Preaching The Gospel Of Jesus On A Mission Like Tom Cruise To Rule Over Government As The King In His Crown Jewels

my righteous acts, but I'm human And to front angelic illusion is just too time-consumin Be 29 plus 1 and still bloomin Blessed with ability to drop a jewel