Flexx - Ible (Rub - A - Club Mix) - Toss & Turn

If I may then I do say myself I don't need no help I'm blinding to no regards I'm a superstar Get Allstate you in good hands If it get wild and shit get to popping off Been in it since the beginning I'm winning you losing you should go start over Rather be safer than sorry taking no L's Ima hand em to my opponent Aye A Young nigga got the touch Young nigga got the texture Five out five A hologram laminated professional want no lecture Bitch I been special No Ed successful inject it into my vessels Foot on yo neck no break won't settle Niggas ain't onto my level not hearing it And you know what's good for your body And you know what's really jank Benjamins Franks in the bank sipping on paint King of the hill bitch I flex on the hill Three points Bradley Beal Don't gotta go say a thing they know what it is Spinnin around got you dizzy don't got you go popping no willies Aye aye Nice guy nice smile Nice guy good vibes aye Say I'll be in it for a while pile it up and make a tower stack Sweating ima need a towel like a nigga got some miles in Refresh hit the reset it's a fresh start with no mileage Overrated fuck a racist don't be hating when I make it take it bitch Shredding cheese I got the grader spending knowing I should keep it save it I get it right back no altercations Say out of all I'm the greatest Know what my name is these niggas be nameless I had that fire when I came in If I must then I know you gon blush when I'm speaking It's no need to justify Running rushing gaining more on the field End zone that's the finish line need my fuckin dimes Pay what you owe don't get televised from the belly line Know that geek knowledge hold power in this bitch I gotta get very wise A Young nigga got the touch Young nigga got the texture Five out of five a hologram laminated professional want no lecture Bitch I been special No Ed successful inject it into my vessels Foot on yo neck no break won't settle Niggas ain't onto my level that's real shit

To every thing, turn, turn, turn There is a season, turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time to heal A time to laugh, a time to weep To everything, turn, turn, turn There is a season, turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to build up, a time to break down A time to dance, a time to mourn A time to cast away stones A time to gather stones together To everything, turn, turn, turn There is a season, turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven A time of love, a time of hate A time of war, a time of peace A time you may embrace A time to refrain from embracing To everything, turn, turn, turn There is a season, turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to gain, a time to lose A time to rend, a time to sew A time to love, a time to hate A time for peace, I swear it's not too late

Well I'm back again for another night Of trying to break free from this sadness that I can't lay to rest This old honky-tonk sure does feel like home And the music with the laughter seem to soothe my loneliness Turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose From the memory that's driving me lonely, crazy and blue It helps me forget her, so the louder the better Hey mister turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose If a tear should fall if I should whisper her name To some stranger I'm holdin' while we're dancin' to an old Buck Owens song I know she won't mind she won't even know She'll be dancing with a memory crying teardrops of her own Turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose From the memory that's driving me lonely, crazy and blue It helps me forget her so the louder the better Hey mister turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose Turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose From the memory that's driving me lonely, crazy and blue It helps me forget her so the louder the better Hey mister turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose. Yeah, mister turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose

Make this and reshape it Pictures of some cute girls' faces Some sort of stupid inspiration While we're running, running down Graze until the grass is brown, then just leave it Spilled my guts from my chest It's like there's less and less left You know I really want to Be unconditioned You know I really want to Turn & go & turn You know I really want to Be completely different You know I really want to Really know it all Spilled my guts from my chest It's like there's less and less left Spilled my guts from my chest It's like there's less and less left Reshape and erase this Funny people, funny places It's boring everything is shapeless While we're running, running down You know I really want to Be unconditioned You know I really want to Really know it all You know I really want to Be completely different You know I really want to Turn & go & turn

To everything Turn, turn, turn There is a season Turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under Heaven A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time to heal A time to laugh, a time to weep To everything Turn, turn, turn There is a season Turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under Heaven A time to build up, a time to break down A time to dance, a time to mourn A time to cast away stones A time to gather stones together To everything Turn, turn, turn There is a season Turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under Heaven A time of love, a time of hate A time of war, a time of peace A time you may embrace A time to refrain from embraces A time to gain, a time to lose A time to rend, a time to sew A time to love, a time to hate A time of peace, I swear it's not too late (Turn, turn, turn, turn) For everything there is a season There is a reason Turn, turn, turn For everything there is a purpose A purpose under heaven Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn Every season There's a reason Turn, turn, turn, turn Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn I swear it's not too late It's not too late It's not too late There is a season Turn, turn, turn Turn, turn, turn