| Song | Sky Box |
| Artist | Camp Lo |
| Album | Let's Do It Again |
| 作词 : Roberts, Wallace, Wilos | |
| I dream, a dream, a little dream | |
| And my deepest fantasies they just take control of me | |
| Do it for the seasons we leave these legacies | |
| Mami, dada, grandma, grandpa big holla to Ali | |
| [Geechi Suede] | |
| Do they love em? Do they hate em? | |
| Are they with em, or against them? | |
| I didn't really know, bro | |
| Ijust love em if they hittin | |
| Mr. misunderstood, to my sister, Nagia | |
| Know our love was so good, and the bliss on the heater | |
| To my brother Tomcat, taught me wrong a lot of women | |
| Turn him into a strong venom | |
| It's the sin in me | |
| I can't stop | |
| To my little fella Cherokee, I do know | |
| It gets lonely, hello, but's it's only fo' sho | |
| [Geechi Suede] | |
| Valentino's! We knows it grows no deeper | |
| 1-9-7! 1-9-8 is even more cheeka | |
| My cubasas! No, my love don't get no better | |
| Than Vogretta Lee (? no idea) | |
| That's my plan, that's just forever | |
| Clear weather for the apple of my eye | |
| White violin under velvet sky | |
| No more mistakes, promise to try | |
| Porky and Ginitho why y'all had to die? | |
| Meet you in the afterworld | |
| When the tides come in, we gon' have the world | |
| [Geechi Suede] | |
| If not for ya'll they'd be no me(Cheeba) | |
| No Chee | |
| No Lo | |
| No glow | |
| No strength | |
| No high life | |
| No wine nights | |
| No dreams on how's it gon' get better | |
| Love ya all | |
| Mecca: | |
| Love is something that no longer has no meaning left | |
| No | |
| Even though we in the streets we still feel love | |
| I'm singing love | |
| Love (repeat) |
| zuò cí : Roberts, Wallace, Wilos | |
| I dream, a dream, a little dream | |
| And my deepest fantasies they just take control of me | |
| Do it for the seasons we leave these legacies | |
| Mami, dada, grandma, grandpa big holla to Ali | |
| Geechi Suede | |
| Do they love em? Do they hate em? | |
| Are they with em, or against them? | |
| I didn' t really know, bro | |
| Ijust love em if they hittin | |
| Mr. misunderstood, to my sister, Nagia | |
| Know our love was so good, and the bliss on the heater | |
| To my brother Tomcat, taught me wrong a lot of women | |
| Turn him into a strong venom | |
| It' s the sin in me | |
| I can' t stop | |
| To my little fella Cherokee, I do know | |
| It gets lonely, hello, but' s it' s only fo' sho | |
| Geechi Suede | |
| Valentino' s! We knows it grows no deeper | |
| 197! 198 is even more cheeka | |
| My cubasas! No, my love don' t get no better | |
| Than Vogretta Lee ? no idea | |
| That' s my plan, that' s just forever | |
| Clear weather for the apple of my eye | |
| White violin under velvet sky | |
| No more mistakes, promise to try | |
| Porky and Ginitho why y' all had to die? | |
| Meet you in the afterworld | |
| When the tides come in, we gon' have the world | |
| Geechi Suede | |
| If not for ya' ll they' d be no me Cheeba | |
| No Chee | |
| No Lo | |
| No glow | |
| No strength | |
| No high life | |
| No wine nights | |
| No dreams on how' s it gon' get better | |
| Love ya all | |
| Mecca: | |
| Love is something that no longer has no meaning left | |
| No | |
| Even though we in the streets we still feel love | |
| I' m singing love | |
| Love repeat |