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The Remixes

by Lance Retuya

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1.
Too Much 03:37
Verse 1: Uh it's 3 AM and I got too much shit on my mind I don't even sleep no more, I just watch the time Thinking bout my grind and thinking bout my life Like how do I turn this flow into a profit Fuck the money, but I need some in my pocket I graduated, but all I got is knowledge Need a 9-5 to make it, that's the problem Do this music thang right now, that's my product I tell my fam, my degree is a second option Like a back-up plan, but shit I hate being honest Cause they tell me everytime, ain't no money in that Go back to school, get your masters, or you'll be fallin in flat And I don't pay no attention, don't understand my vision I'mma do this with or without your assistance And no matter the resistance I got something these young cats ain't got, that's persistance uh Verse 2: Uh no problem giving love, but I can't receive it Like I got butterfingers or being defended by Revis There ain't no way to treat it I'mma finish this puzzle as much as I can without the pieces Learning how she wants to be treated I want something real, but I feel like I don't need it I like chasing them bad chicks Them chicks who the fastest Them chicks on my mattress Who lead like an actress I could find a good one if I try, right? But it ain't that simple Old flames trying to rekindle Looking for a rebound, I'm the playa that they go for Maybe it's time to hang 'em up Feeling like I had enough This lust got the best of me, stopped drinking Hennessy Cause when I take that shot Not thinking with my brain, I'm thinking with my .... Pretending to be their man, when I'm not And I know that I gotta stop
2.
Verse 1: Uh I remember when I met you girl All that hustlin started workin girl Cause I see you was gettin paid And I see was gettin As Switchin up your style Changin up your ways And I blame it on your man at the time Neglecting all your grind, you started sniffin lines Then he left ya in a place you've never been in your life And I see you postin dark quotes every night Girl when you comin home You ain't pick up your phone It's been a minute but I need to know If you got your head back in the books Cause the road that you goin down, ain't a good look c'mon Chorus: You used to be my homegirl Now you livin in your own world You on that X or that white girl? Babygirl what the fuck is you on? Verse 2: I seen you with your friends It's lookin like everythings back to the way it is And I never seen you so ecstatic First time in a long time see you lookin happy But then in the back I see you and your new man Poppin pills every hour thinkin whats the deal man? You ain't change one bit Every man that you with Got you dealin that shit Oh no, I took you by the hand Thinkin we gon dance Left the whole crew, chillin by ourselves But I took you home and hit you with the truth You can really do anything that you wanna do Stop fuckin with these lame dudes You gon' see where they gon take you Then I was there starin at you Thinkin that its me who's gotta save you c'mon
3.
I know Girls Love Rihanna They fuckin with yo conscience These playas got no manners They fuck you, then they vanish It's hard to meet good women My love life is finished Avoiding committment That's why I'm in this position Ain't got no love for me No love no no no That's how that shit go You got your fair share of admirers that wanna fuck But I'm just tryna wife you up, is that too much? I love the way that you lie You know I can't deny it I know you wanna ride it I just you want to stay Ooh ooh I just want you to stay Pour it up, pour it up When I'm fuckin faded You just like to fake it What you really want So we touch, so we fuck I can't get enough Don't make a sound You should know by now that I'mma take you down, givin you TLC, what it be, RIP to Left Eye Ladies is pimps too, gotta brush my shoulders right You just exist, but not in my mind I'm not payin Michael Kors for you to be wastin my time
4.
Body Party 03:53
Girl you should know that I've got you on my mind I'n not gonna fight it I want you all the time I'm bout to lay yo body down It's time get the party started now Freekin on me, I'm freekin on you They hatin on me, and they creepin on you But baby tonight, yo body is a party get this thang rolling, you know I'm bout to own it Yeah every second that I'm in Gonna be the best shit you'll ever fuckin get uh Chorus: Yeahhh yo body is my party I know you really want it Pretend its yo birthday Its yo party, you can scream if you want to Scratch if you want to There's nothin I won't do Bridge: Girl you should know that I got you on my mind I'm not gonna fight it I want you all the time Verse 2: I wanna watch you go down Like you sliding down the pole Pick it up slow now Yeaaaahh Keep yo booty like that I'll be right back I need a rockstar fo that At night, I think of you I want, I want yo body baby Yo body's my party Yo body's my party
5.
Pony 03:21
Verse 1: Walk into the club I can see you checkin for me Patron in my blood I can see yo eyes sexin me My old girl still textin me But she couldn't ride it right So I'm lookin for a partner tonight Someone who knows how to ride Two shots and I got her in my whip Two tracks and I got her on my d..(ha) I got you on the dance floor to test yo body out Checkin you out to figure out what you really about I stay strapped cause you never know when you gonna get it in, comin in With the best shit, know you feelin it Would you give it in, if I taught you the ropes? Or you just wanna hit cause we takin Patron? Ohhhh Baby let me see you ride Baby let me see you ride Jump on my saddle tonight Jump on my saddle tonight Yeah My pony
6.
Trust Issues 04:27
All I care about is money and the city that I'm from Sip it 'til I feel it, I'mma smoke it 'til it's done I don't really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I'm young And I'm only getting older, somebody shoulda told ya I'm on one Fuck it I'm on one I said I'm on one Fuck it, I'm on one Girl ya call me, but it's two in the morning I know I wasn't first, so why you even callin' He probably messin with yo head again So you call me, your so called best friend Only text me back when you alone in ya bed I ain't a second option, I don't play that shit Treatin me like I be nothin' I don't play that shit I don't play that shit I don't play that shit Never been a second option, I ain't starting with you, with you, with you Never been a second option I ain't fucking with you, with you, with you Do ya want the man who's always playing you? Or do ya want the man who's always believed in you? Damn I just can't trust these hoes Tryna turn a gentleman into another asshole But no you won't do it No you ain't gon' do it Throw yo bullshit outside when I'm westside cruisin' You scandalous For thinkin' that I wasn't enough I'm movin' to a better place Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm movin' to a better place Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm off to the better thangs Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm off to the better thangs Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, another dime, hear me out Coming live from the motherfuckin westside Sip slow, you know, that I'm on one Five drinks, four grams, and I popped one Tryna play me, but baby I ain't with that Get back, you know you gonna miss that You know that he on to me Call me all late for some company Uh five missed calls, in only two minutes Asking me to cruise by, wanting me to hit it Cause you know damn well that I could fucking get it Make yo body all weak when I'm all up in it I ain't tryna be your backup, when he act up I'm bout to be the man, and he don't wanna man up He could be your ex, and I could be your next Leave the bad in the past and move to the best You a smart Pisces, but I could do better Never knowing what you want and you spending all my cheddar Never ever will you be with a star like me Puffin OG and sippin Hennessy Still got my mind right, still got my grind right Best you never had, throw it out, watch the time fly Time fly by, still can't trust 'em Still got them issues with the girls that I'm up in You been driving me me crazy Why you been doin that lately? Baby, you played me And you wonder why, I ain't miss you And you wonder why, I got these trust issues I got these trust issues I got these trust issues, yeah If you think this song is about you Well shit, then it probably is Lance Retuya, remix, yeah
7.
Hook: Henny (Drank) Patron (Drank) Goose (Drank) Remy (Drank) Skyy (Drank) Anything (Drank) Faded (Drank) Faded (Drank) Verse 1: Babygirl you lookin' fly Gonna be a good ass night But the look in yo eyes, I could tell something wasn't feelin right By the way you drinkin now You bound to swim and drown Straight to the dome, need a ride back home From a random man you ain't even know 15 shots taken to the brain Anything with no chase To forget all of your pain And everything just to go away Regrettin all the dranks that were made Your life's bout to change Wake up in the morning, nothing is the same Chorus: Lived up last night Something ain't right Tryna bring back things in ya mind Swimming in a pool full of liquor and you drown in it Pool full of liquor and you drown in it Hook: Henny (Drank) Patron (Drank) Goose (Drank) Remy (Drank) Skyy (Drank) Anything (Drank) Faded (Drank) Faded (Drank) Verse 2: Reminisce, listen to this You fucked that dude, now something exists In your uterus, better test ya piss All the tests are sayin positive You ballin out, thinkin bout Everything yo mom gon say right now Don't even know who the daddy is Yo daddy's pissed, mad at this Thinkin how he could fail like this You backin away, backin away But baby it's reality, the price of drinking the night away One night of drunk ecstasty Now a life changing entity Not a dream, it's now your world Now babygirl's got a baby girl Chorus: Lived up last night Something ain't right Tryna bring back things in ya mind Swimming in a pool full of liquor and you drown in it Pool full of liquor and you drown in it Hook: Henny (Drank) Patron (Drank) Goose (Drank) Remy (Drank) Skyy (Drank) Anything (Drank) Faded (Drank) Faded (Drank) She's so faded She's so faded She's so faded She's so, she's so, faded

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released August 6, 2013

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