Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-yah, ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-yah Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-yah, yeah, uh Said I've been dancin' in my mirror while I'm foldin' my clothes I might meet up with my homegirl when I'm pickin' her up, yeah Yeah, what's the Hillcrest? Uh, said I've been dancin' in my mirror while I'm foldin' my clothes I might meet up with my homegirl with a pick and a roach Make a call out to my brodie, who been strappin' the most Say when I get my bread up, pack it bags, we hittin' the coast Okay, okay, okay, okay Say we hittin' the coast Say when I get my bread up, pack it bags, we hittin' the coast Okay, okay, okay, okay Said we hittin' the coast Say when I get my bread up, pack it bags, we hittin' the coast Dancin' in my mirror babe Ah You can be my ceiling babe Oh yeah Come and just watch over me We don't need to pull it down Oh Rock my bread and leave the land And I'm gon' get down for the win I'ma get down for the win And I'm gon' get down for the win I'ma get down for the win You say I'm a vibe Turns out I'm a wave You walkin' on my back Way on your way Oh Life is just a scene Sometimes I need a take You do this all the time I'm sorry I can't save you Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm sorry I can't save you Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm dancin' in my mirror babe Ah You can be my ceiling babe Come and just watch over me We don't need to pull it down Oh Rock my bread and leave the land And I'm gon' get down Said I've been dancin' in my mirror while I'm foldin' my clothes Foldin' my clothes I might be the one, my own girl with a stick and a roach Make a call out to my bro, the old man stressin' the most Stressin' the most Stressin' the most Stressin' the most I need dinner with my idols, fella, givin' a toast I was floatin' out in DC And found love in my feet Yeah, I'm gon' take her to this concert Yeah, we cuttin' it close And it was cooler than her ice cream song Rockin' the fleece Excuse me if I'm in my own world as you talkin' to me I need women weedin' weather And a day with the wave And when you got your broccoli You don't get involved with the beef I had a runnin' through the playbook Now I'm back in the game Ain't no these crackers tryin' to hate me But I'm learnin' the ropes And yeah my mama raised me lovely So I do what I'm supposed And when I'm bout to wet tonight I'm runnin' through all my clothes Said I've been dancin' in my mirror while I'm foldin' my clothes I might be the one, my own girl with a stick and a roach Make a call out to my bro, the old man stressin' the most Say when I get my bread Pack your bags, we hittin' the coast Okay, okay Say we hittin' the coast Say when I get my bread Pack your bags, we hittin' the coast Okay, okay Say we hittin' the coast Say when I get my bread Pack your bags, we hittin' the coast Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Occasionally