This is a song about "All the right places"

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

Whoa, gettin high all the time isn't right, i'm losin my sight and my mind

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

My brother on the bottom bunk, hates it, but it's all right

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Evils places my piece set in stone like the four seasons/

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Going all the way to another country... no.. the unknown is right there in

My last challenger said "sorry youre right bro" told all the hos its a typo!

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

The ocean seems to be one of the most peaceful places you could be.

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

I got all the right words but wrong clues

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Its hard to picture all the places that you think you have been

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position