Lyrics:
whenever I do travel
If to Portugal, England, or Spain
As I do walk by the shipyards and the harbors
I smell the salt, and the bay rum of your ghost again
going to be difficult for Portugal to break them down.
COMMENTATOR 1:
Nice turn by Hope. Plays it out wide to Marangone, who drives forward, looking
you right
Man: Right
Salt: Word up, I want to see you, what's up
Man: I'm ok, I'm chillin'
What we gon' do
By yourself
Salt: Yeah
Man: What you up
Baba baba boom
Throw salt in ya wound
Throwing salt cuz of shade
Gives the broth more flav
Liquid dope entrees
Man dem boys lack taste
Clocking my
You ready to get lifted? Roll up the bill[00:05.49]Sniff that shit, sniff that shit, bath salts[00:08.80]It's legal too, it's legal, sniff it sniff
a big coke
(Salt, salt, salt, salt) I want fries,
Want the salsa placed upon the one side
(Dip, dip, dip, dip) my slice
Get me everything that you have
I'm just having fun with it, you know that a nigga was lost
I laugh in my head cause I bet my ex looking back just like a pillar of salt
Cause I'm
these rocks this creek?
Raton Canyon by name pours
Coyote leaves & old Pomo bones
& old dust of Tomahawks
into your angler'd maw
My salt maw shall
dropping that salt
(That’s salt)
That’s bad luck on your conscious
Expectations turned sour
(Sour)
Now I’m just back in the booth
(I’m back)
Yeah I pay by
clam up
It's time to
Man up
'Cause there's a time in your life
When you know you've got to man up
Don't let it pass you by
There's just one time
Shook with Brad and Josh and now
I'm rolling with the Acolytes
A month prior got a DM on the gram
He said his name is Scott he
Tours with Portugal the Man
them frienemy, understand me
We don't have no time for playin' so you know what
Yeah, scream out
Come lay down Salt and Pepa is a team
Mad Lion
Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My
of getting locked up
But if you smoke a little weed in your free time you can go to prison man this shit just has me dumbstruck
And guess what, in Portugal
Let freedom ring with a buckshot, but not just yet
First we need to truly understand the nature of the threat
And a pale man walks in the threshold
with my guns by my side
Ready to ride till I die
And I'm a soldier
And you can see it in my eyes
Even when the man dies
They say a soldier
Can-can, can you find McCann-cann
Taken by a mad man
Can you find McCann-cann
I can't find Mc
Can-can, can you find McCann-cann
Taken by a mad man
the other night
In the middle of the set I thought man this is loud
I don’t remember feeling so uncomfortable during a set like that
Everyone around me was
have them gypsy boots
Follow them by familiar root
Rambled round from town to town
Sleepin' in a doorway still as a mouse
Saw the bullfighter's
The salt it makes the sea, a pirate's life for me, no matter the storms we weather, in my hats another feather
When I was a young lad, by the water
(Put salt on my wounds never medicine)
Aj vi a mainu dead name na balunde (They still call me by my dead name)
Noon mere zakhma te maram ni lagunde (Put
appointed by the state
Oh, Utah justice can be had
But not for a union man
And Joe was warned by summer early morn
That there'd be one less singer in
Pull some of that bass out Bruce
Mac P Dawg
Shake it Shake it got her shaking like a salt shaker
In the field I've been balling like a fucking
That bih met let her man go
Done put them all all in the friend zone
She a groupie so I put her in the fan zone
YSL what I'm rocking I got bands ho
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