I Do What I Want - SEBZERA

I can do what I want I can make it alone I can shake off the dust Got a heart of my own It ain't broken It just needs a little mending We had a hail storm in California Turned the beaches into blankets of white And everyone took the streets Dancing and slipping on the ice But you missed it all Yeah you missed it all 'Cause you're off flying high somewhere And I'm getting to the point Where I don't really care 'Cause I can do what I want I can make it alone I can shake off the dust Got a heart of my own It ain't broken It just needs a little mending I can pick out the weeds I can burn all the brush Just want to be free From the carnival of us Gonna find myself In all the time that we're not spending We had a 10 foot swell Come into the coast So we all paddled out to the break But I sat there rolling with the sunset With my thoughts And my tears And my heartache Am I missed at all? Am I missed it all? I may be out of sight and of mind But believe me when I tell you Baby I'll be fine I can do what I want I can make it alone Got a heart of my own It ain't broken It just needs a little mending I can pick out the weeds I can burn all the brush Just want to be free From the carnival of us Gonna find myself In all the time that we're not spending I'm gonna get a wave that curls From here to Mexico And you can get the girls That you've been missing I'm gonna be laying low Just feeling the breezes blow And baby you'll never know Who I'll be kissing I can do what I want I can make it alone I can shake off the dust Got a heart of my own It ain't broken It just needs a little mending I can pick out the weeds I can burn all the brush Just want to be free From the carnival of us Gonna find myself In all the time that we're not spending I can do what I want I can make it alone I can shake off the dust Got a heart of my own It ain't broken It just needs a little mending I can pick out the weeds I can burn all the brush Just want to be free From the carnival of us Gonna find myself In all the time that we're not spending

50 Racks and Chanel this is my recipe Try to fuck wit' me i'll give ya' ass a hysterectomy Bitch i'm fly to death, don't you go on resurrecting me I'm finna' fuck a demon, don't you see? death ain't affecting me Nigga wanna' cry I did em' foul, now may he rest in piece Nigga ackin' tall we seen em' fall, he wanna tell on beat I gotta keep my lyrics fuckin' clean, they quick to tell on me Cuz every letter in this fuckin' line counts as a felony I got niggas in my fuckin' state that got a curse Fitty' shots, make a crip walk to a hurse Lil Johnny ain't a fuckin' banger, needs rehearsal Imma pull the fuckin' pocket rocket out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse 500 On the watch and on some denim jeans Up the fuckin' blick' i'll match the score just like a referee Ain't a nigga that is finna' run up and try pressin' me This drum got plenty beats, gon' have you dancing like its billie jean Why you smokin' loud and speakin quiet? Whats the secrecy Have you in the background of my art, just like a speaker bleedin Did a quickie, speedin in a foureign, that's the need for speed I dropped a bitch back in the 7th grade, she still be seekin' me I dont know why niggas wanna hate, they still be peepin' me Niggas ackin' like im quick to run if niggas creep on me Coppas talk to me I say, I dont know and to keep it brief But I just caught a body and was smokin' with my nigga keef No mo' rappin' cap, man all ya'll nigga stay up in a leash All my niggas dogs, you wanna fuck up? they gon' beef fo free Pussy bitch, you talkin crazy, How you wanna talk to me And how you wanna diss me nigga, then turn to apologies Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse

Imma' pull up on em' with that fuckin' choppa (Choppa) Make a nigga dance, but this ain't no bachata (Chata) Way too high right now, i feel like a helicopter (Woah) Grab my tec and i let it blow like a hoe that's drunk (Ha) I don't give no fucks, I'll let my nine eat off some chunks (Ha) Imma' make that call, I tip my brothas' off that hunch (Ha) They thought I was jokin' now his bodies' in that trunk (Ha) And i keep it rollin' bitch im smokin' on that funk' (Ha) Guns, keep em in my trunk Darius, I dunk On just bout' everyone And I hit lil' bitch for fun When I feel like feelin' none When I feel like this, then I feel like killin' on a gin and rum When I feel like this, then I might just fuck around and kill yo' son When I feel like this, then i might just put my dick up in yo' daughter Imma' pull up on em' with that fuckin' choppa (Choppa) Make a nigga dance, but this ain't no bachata (Chata) Way too high right now, i feel like a helicopter (Woah) Grab my tec and i let it blow like a hoe that's drunk (Ha) I don't give no fucks, I'll let my nine eat off some chunks (Ha) Imma' make that call, I tip my brothas' off that hunch (Ha) They thought I was jokin' now his bodies' in that trunk (Ha) And i keep it rollin' bitch im smokin' on that funk' (Ha) Yeah, she bad Know' she count this cash Fast never last, 150 on the dash Ass fat, gotta brag Cause' you know we smoking, all I see is grey All this green a hot box, put it in a safe This ain't no bachata, put you in your place My girl like barista, give me creme brûlée Bobby like bouche, don't care what you say Coming up, Duce Going up, Tuesday Titty boy, 2 chains got me like touche Switchin' up, two lanes Imma' Imma' Imma' pull up on em' with that fuckin' choppa (Choppa) Make a nigga dance, but this ain't no bachata (Chata) Way too high right now, i feel like a helicopter (Woah) Grab my tec and i let it blow like a hoe that's drunk (Ha) I don't give no fucks, I'll let my nine eat off some chunks (Ha) Imma' make that call, I tip my brothas' off that hunch (Ha) They thought I was jokin' now his bodies' in that trunk (Ha) And i keep it rollin' bitch im smokin' on that funk' (Ha)