With Everything - Eli Fross

Something for the girl with everything See, the writing's on the wall You bought the girl a wall Complete with matching ball-point pen You can breathe another day Secure in knowing she won't break you (yet) Something for the girl with everything Have another sweet my dear Don't try to talk my dear Your tiny little mouth is full Here's a flavour you ain't tried You shouldn't try to talk, your mouth is full Something for the girl with everything Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Bearing gifts to aid amnesia She knows everything She knows everything She knew you way back when you weren't yourself Here's a really pretty car I hope it takes you far I hope it takes you fast and far Wow, the engine's really loud Nobody's gonna hear a thing you say Something for the girl with everything Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Where should they leave these imported gimmicks Leave them anywhere, leave them anywhere Make sure that there's a clear path to the door Something for the girl with everything Something for the girl with everything Something for the girl with everything Something for the girl with everything Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Here's a partridge in a tree A gardener for the tree Complete with ornithologist Careful, careful with that crate You wouldn't want to dent Sinatra, no Something for the girl who has got everything, Yes everything Hey, come out and say hello Before our friends all go But say no more than just hello Ah, the little girl is shy You see of late she's been quite speechless, very speechless She's got everything

Rosalie I've been waiting all evening Possibly years I don't know Counting the passing hours Everything merges with the night I stand on the beach Giving out descriptions Different for everyone I see Since I just can't remember Longer than last September. Santiago Under the volcano Floats like a cushion on the sea Yet I can never sleep here Everything ponders in the night. Rosalie We've been talking all summer Picking the straw from our clothes See how the breeze has softened Everything pauses in the night.

Great John on the beat, by the way Ohhhh, yeah, oh, yeah Too much pain, too much pain, Fross (Hook) I was jus' hittin' licks everyday tryna get my bank up Niggas hatin' on me, sick Tryna bite, now I gotta keep that thang tucked Know I got good sight, I can see him Watch I really let that thing buss DND on bitches hittin' up my phone I ain't tryna say nun, I ain't tryna say nothing I am jus' living that lifestyle (That lifestyle) That's word to my mother I can't with you niggas, you play tryna cross bounds (huh) And nah I can't love on these bitches, They playin and starting to sneak now[?] (huh) But free up all my felons (ooo) Love my fallen up in Heaven Forgive me Father up in Heaven (Huh) Yeah yeah OFFWHITE drip, no basic When I get bent, don't chase 'em Moonrock spliff, my car like spaceship Take big trips, big rating[?] Two floors spot whole gang get sanctioned (yeah) If I want it, I'll take it Ain't have shit, why you made I made it? (yeahh) 'Cause you know I been going through it But I gotta keep it movin' In this foreign car, I'm zoomin' And if you out here trickin' on some bitch then you losin' I ain't really have shit in my life, jus' know that Anything I grasp on, know I hold on tight Day after day, prime after prime Know I'm still gon' fight It could be a whole war in this bitch Imma make it home by tonight, nigga Imma make it home by da, night Tonight, I'm boutta catch me a drill (yeah yeah) By the morning, I'll sell those pills Rent comin' soon, gotta pay those bills Need weed, hear the bro got deals Through the time, only gang can squeal Free Dev, he the realest of the real Free Bo-Dot bring him close up the jail, close up the jail (Huh) Can't fit shoes, can't try to walk a nigga life Like pencils, keep lead on me through the night Official niggas always dyin', ain't right Like Blue's Clues, he a mystery if he lie Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Fross (Huh) (Hook) I was jus' hittin' licks everyday tryna get my bank up Niggas hatin' on me, sick Tryna bite, now I gotta keep that thang tucked Know I got good sight, I can see him Watch out let me let that thang buss DND on bitches hittin' up my phone I ain't tryna say nun, I ain't tryna say nothing I am jus' living that lifestyle (That lifestyle) That's word to my mother I can't with you niggas, you play tryna cross bounds (huh) And nah I can't love on these bitches, They playin and starting to sneak now[?] (huh) But free up all my felons (oh yeah) Love my fallen up in Heaven Forgive me Father up in Heaven (Forgive me Father up in Heaven) (I love all my fallen up in Heaven)

(It's Great John beats, baby) (Great John on the beat, by the way) Wait, what? can't move 'cause I'm too laced Touché, somebody gon' get hit while I'm off d'ussé No race, too saucy, can't catch up, can't reach my pace Can't wait, big dog, I'ma beat that cat if it's in my face No sober Have a bad b- get down low while a rich n- roll up Gang poled up And we don't need a party, gang is the party, you know us When we show up Gang lookin' like a bag in this b-, you can see that we glowed up We don't know nothin' Twelve all on my body, we ducking them boys like we owe somethin' Count bread like I'm working at the bank F- good, then that Louis comе your way I'm too hood to be lackin', keep a thing F- love, need some monеy in my safe All these opps trying to catch up, but it's late Too tact, too tough, they can't evade I need bread, baby girl, don't need a bae Unlike most dudes, they can't relate Unlike most dudes, they can't relate Wait, what? nah, f- that, I'm still laced Redbone b- look good, slim waist Kool-aid d- and she might taste Ayy, and I got the bands filling up my pants, looking like a bank Ride 'round town in the big body double R Shooters turned it to a tank 'Cause I got the power, and I'm unstoppable, ayy N- acting tough, acting out of pocket, swear I won't pop at you See, a n- dripped out Lit now Shawty like the way I rock my jewels Iced out young n- Grown b- wanna suck my popsicle Ain't no other young n- like me be flexin' He want the work, then we stretch him Ride with two dogs on my side like the number eleven You will get added to heaven Talking real tough out your mouth, then we using subtraction Multiple shots coming at him I got a fetish for money, I'm good with the adding Know I be flippin' the package You know I Count bread like I'm working at the bank F- good, then that Louis come your way I'm too hood to be lackin', keep a thing F- love, need some money in my safe All these opps trying to catch up, but it's late Too tact, too tough, they can't evade I need bread, baby girl, don't need a bae Unlike most dudes, they can't relate (falayho) Unlike most dudes, they can't relate