Everything (feat. Yung LA & Supa) - Gucci Mane, Bruno Mars & Kodak Black

I can use my head again I always suffered then My heart is stolen, let it show But I'll run forever more You know there's not a soul alive Who understands you like I do It's okay my love, no need to explain There's nothing to say Your eyes said it all, all, all (All, all, all...) I'm not looking away Your eyes hold everything, everything Mmmm We should learn to breathe again Before we suffocate All this talk but even then We ex-communicate I've never known another love Who looks at me the way you do And sees the light, The dark, The truth And my real name You know there's not a soul alive Could understand you like I do Its okay my love, no need to explain Oh There's nothing to say Your eyes said it all, all, all (All, all, all...) I'm not looking away Your eyes hold everything, everything There's nothing to say Your eyes said it all, all, all (All, all, all...) I'm not looking away Your eyes hold everything, everything They told everything, everything Ohhh

Trouble with your sleep Smoke the herb Feeling kinda weak Smoke the herb Rocking in the sheets Smoke the herb Any ailment Smoke the herb Need some therapy I got the recipe Let me grab my kit I'll be back at 4:20 With supper for you & me Just like Pac & Biggie Trash bag full of cheese Pass the green I got the tools Roll that shit to perfection Take out the seeds Might plant a tree For apocalyptic consumption Next thing I see The tree is me & I achieve Perpetual elevation Don't come undone You ain't got no paper That's cool I got that supa SUPA ROLL IT TIGHT I DON'T PLAY The magic is in the silence Blow tree Manifest peace not violence Woah 1 2 3 it's Mucyo & Bushali Got you bumping to the beat Do you feel me

Y'all know I don't wanna be In a penitentiary But that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy I be right back smoking weed Chilling with the family Cause that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy Starting out my week with a quarter boat Stupid strong and I won't sell a quarter o I got 5 on that cause I'm infamous Fuck fame, strippers love me... Back to work nigga! I know y'all niggas miss this shit! Y'all know I don't wanna be In a penitentiary But that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy I be right back smoking weed Chilling with the family Cause that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy Starting out my week with a quarter boat Stupid strong and I won't sell a quarter o I got 5 on that cause I'm infamous Fuck fame, strippers love me ad infinite Fuck no, I ain't working for the minimum I'm going in, every weekend is a cinema So get a coke, hot dog and some candy bars I'm from the 6 but my dick dunn been in movie stars I'm so high right now I want a? Let everybody in free I'm bringing all my cars And I don't wanna be locked up, hell no! But we got weight so? Excuse me for being gangsta, I'm crazy I couldn't have been a sissy Mama wouldn't have fed me I'm all-red and my beemer confetti I'm? 18 with the chevy I'm deadlift with a tool like freddy Not jackson, kruger, you smell me? And no push ups, just kush up No lay-ups, just? E a g a got bakers Eastside, can I roll through decatur I'm going hard for the squad I'm the major Anything move here, Gucci get paper