Lyrics:
Yeah!
Uh, okay okay
(Bonjour)
I just hit the plug for a bottle of that green
Versace or Armani, I might need to get Celine
Step wrong, hear
Eyes on the terminal, eyes on the door
We are ghosts and shadows, decks on the floor
The patch is good, signals five by five
We are jackin' in, I
everything's gone dry
like bottle glass scraping cross the pavement
everything's gone dry
like bottle glass scraping cross the pavement
everything's gone dry
leaving trails
As I cruise down memory lane dodging a DUI
I wouldn't be surprised
If I got pulled over by one of my deeper tales
Well look at that, sirens
Criss-cross is how they fold my arms when I'm dead
Underworld looking tempting to move in
Demon girl finna show me some new sins
Every night it's either
cant do it on a dick, she poppin'
We bottle poppin', you cock blockin'
Told ya gurl you rap, but ya cd floppin'
You say you gettin' money man, we
cant do it on a dick, she poppin'
We bottle poppin', you cock blockin'
Told ya gurl you rap, but ya cd floppin'
You say you gettin' money man, we
cant do it on a dick, she poppin'
We bottle poppin', you cock blockin'
Told ya gurl you rap, but ya cd floppin'
You say you gettin' money man, we
Sound of Harlem in the rain
Sane now, bottle here to blame
Night owl, diamonds in the pond
Wife now, widow by the dawn light
Widow by the dawn
Red
return
Ten turbines spinning out a windy beat
Nine highways cross and intertwine
Got struck by eight fierce bolts of lightning
Seven women on my mind
Six
blessings come my way
For this highway
Make me no go go astray
Day by day
Help me make I see your grace
And I say eh eh eh
Make you no put me for shame
Son
the moment, I need you to carry the cross
And from your little corner, I need you to change the world
You can change the world
I need you to climb the highway
Well, if you take Hang-highway, drive to the north and follow it as far as it goes
You'll arrive in a town, called Simshole City, capital of County
They're out of sorts in Sunderland
And terribly cross in Kent,
They're dull in Hull
And the Isle of Mull
Is seething with discontent,
They're
And I don't give a fuck anymore
What the fuck did you thought
I'm just about to fuck it up
Got like eight different bottles in my cup
Yeah I'm about
to this perilous tale, when Jonah's thrown into the sea
Well he got swallowed alive by the whale, then spit out sweet Jonah was free
Yeah the bottle's half
And we’ll cross Henry Hudson one last time
Cross Henry Hudson one last time
For our friends on the other side
Saw the spacecraft
Touch down
Aluminium wings
Driving 30 down the highway cuz it feel natural to let People. Pass. By me
You'll find me
Lost in thought. at the same time
Not a lot. On my mind
I
in the chair
Turning pages of photographs
Warm in their memories
Falling asleep by the fire
To the highway where some new cowboys go
Drivers
to take your hand
And walk with you
Through the noise of life, He's reaching out to you
By the cross, by the cross
Don't turn away again, He gives life
Smokestack lightning babe
Dancing 'cross the sky
Running city to city
Lord that's how I get by
On this road so long
Blue skies with shades of grey
Yeah, Time to get that profit all in,
Won't rest till all my nigga's rocket ballin',
I don't even think I stopped this morning,
I'm that nigga
that rocket in my pocket
And if you feel a way, I'll slime you out
Used to post up by the mall, waiting till that piece hit
Yeah
My heart cold, girl I'm
play my cards right somebody ask me what the deal is
Yeaa
Who da fuck you
High up on a cloud looking right up cross the view
See bitches, seeing bottles
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