Far East Movement - Break Yourself lyrics

[Intro: Pusha T] King Push [Chorus: Far East Movement (Pusha T)] All these freaks around, make a player never wanna leave All this weed around, I'm only smokin' on the finest tree So break yourself (Break yourself, you gotta break yourself) You better break yourself (You gotta break yourself, you gotta break yourself) [Verse 1: Pusha T] Hit the bu*ton, press like I just wanna know your type I just wanna know you might I'm just caught up in the life You just caught up in the lights Lights, camera, action I just wanna see your reaction I don't care about your fashion I just want satisfaction This ain't no misdemeanor Move like she c**aina She's a drug dealer's diva Knows too much, I can't leave her So we lay up on beaches Sipping silver tequilas Far away, they can't reach us Cameras can't TMZ us [Pre-Chorus 1: Pusha T] Let's just get high We gon' get by Break yourself Pace yourself We gon' get fly Let's just get high We gon' get by [Chorus: Far East Movement] All these freaks around, make a player never wanna leave All this weed around, I'm only smokin' on the finest tree So break yourself, you better break yourself All these freaks around, make a player never wanna leave All this weed around, I'm only smokin' on the finest tree So break yourself, you better break yourself [Verse 2: Far East Movement] What, what, what it do all my macs and hoes Hit the jack and roll, we get it crackin' though, thorough How's the dank? Swear I smoke the finest So tantalizing to my cheeky eyelids That match my right, drop low like the ba** Gotta love my view, upskirt, match the face I could k** that coo' two thousand and one ways Give her kush and dick 'til she forgot about Dre So when we gonna f**? Murder was the case Left you ice creaming on the rug, let me get a taste Young, and we ain't never done, pa** it to my homie Nate East Side throw it up, Movement never player hate Chrome wheel stay spinnin', hoe grinnin' I'm winnin', oh, we do it right Tonight I'm sinnin', no trippin' Just dippin', oh, what a life [Pre-Chorus 2: Far East Movement] Where the bricks at? At the motel Where the G's hit you up like a jail cell Put your hands up, to the top shelf All my b**hes better break yourself Better break yourself [Chorus: Far East Movement] All these freaks around, make a player never wanna leave All this weed around, I'm only smokin' on the finest tree So break yourself, you better break yourself All these freaks around, make a player never wanna leave All this weed around, I'm only smokin' on the finest tree So break yourself, you better break yourself