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Passenger (Tara MacLean) · Passenger (Lisa Hannigan) · Another Passenger (Carly Simon) · Another Passenger (Carly Simon) · Passenger (Carly Binding) · The Passenger Live in U.S.A. (Iggy Pop) · The Glass Passenger [CD/DVD] (Jack's Mannequin) · Passenger (Iggy Pop) · Passenger (Mnemic) · The Glass Passenger (Jack's Mannequin) – and 90 other albums »


of unmissed opportunity

A friend seems so far ahead
A land safe on film
Untouched by reality
But like a well played record seemed to scratch
The news
here I wasn't in.
Down in Hollywood I couldn't find a friend
Would would help me get in
Or listen to me
I'm on the 

Next plane to London
Leavin'
thoughts get thinner
No minks displayed, y'all freeze this winter
Girls react to wack status, get tantalized with stunning
Operation black status - move
Waiting around a crew of thugs
That parade in blue and yelling 'cause
(Whats up? 'Cuz)
Ate by selling drugs
'38 snub in the waist, in case fools lose
As my Daytons spin low rider sitting low
Hitting corners so hard you could taste my rims
Rag top 6-4 Hsenny in the passenger side
Smoking chronic
[Warren G]
Waiting around a crew of thugs
That parade in blue, and yelling 'cause (whats up cuz)
Ate by selling drugs
'38 snub in the waist, in
As my, Daytons spin, lowrider sittin low
Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims
Rag top six-fo', Henny in the passenger side
Smokin chronic
ever known.
The mad Professor Mentley was his name and I drew near
I hopped upon his shoulder and I grabbed him by the ear
I held my little pistols up
em what a classic is
Freedom riders need passengers
And your lyrics use scriptures and passages
To make them rise like Lazarus
And resurrected
[Cormega]
Yo, pushin' a red Lex, mini screens in my headsets
So much beef, police surprised I ain't dead yet
I keep mad heat, under my passenger
in the [?] pouring hennys for Steve
Lighting Ls for Steve, it’s hard to tell
When your [?] leave
I’m in the passenger, talking to my bitch by
the weed spot, pounds of purp, bowl of cereal
Cartoons is on, my favorite shit is The Smurfs
Now I don't slip when I'm down in the dirt, 
cause by this
pointless status updates on Facebook
FYI we were never M eight's
We pretend to be friends on the internet
When in real life, we have nothing to say
To each
the problem?
Nothing's wrong, the name brand is back to reclaim status
Run the faucet, I'm about to dunk a bunch of Trump supporters underwater
Snuck up
Minds are molded, and flooded with falsehood
Too much TV, you're brainwashed by Hollywood
I speak truth, so let it be understood
You want peace, boy, you
just sayin'

[Chorus]

You see me chillin' out, kickin back in the ride, 
With fly broad on the passenger side. 
Got a nice smile and immaculate
like a wrestler
I show you the ropes, connect the dots
A country girl that love Hollywood
Mama used to cook red beans and rice
Now it's Denny's, 4 in
accounts, CD's and savings
Mutual funds, but I remember barely having ones
For real yall, George Washingtons
Had about five to get by for the whole week
Pussy passenger still mad, 'cause I'm rewinding on chops
Tossed his work inside my lap, and said that I got the rocks
Screens fall like rain, while my
chose I
I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye
Recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side
Artist: Hot Boys f/ Baby
Album: Let 'Em Burn
Song: Do Whatcha Do
Typed by: CaTasHtRoPhE21@aol.com

[B.G.]
When I shine - I gatta shine right
My Roley
Yo check it now, yo, yo
Your hoe chose I
I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye
Recognize a pimp, open your
chose I
I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye
Recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side
chose I
I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye
Recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


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