Lyrics:
like these beaners that you met before
You can tell by the way that I wear all these crystals
Third eye wide I can show you know things
I just know in
happen to be the passenger
Don't let you acting up
Be the reason I pass on ya
Speed a little to get away from my past
You can get left behind with it
If
It's a free for all breaking down the walls
Bitch I been a soldier no army crawls
Already told you little pussies ain't afraid to brawl
Thin
skip that long way home
You're the little bit of sugar at the bottom of my styrofoam
In that all red dress
Kissing my neck
Passenger seat
Driving me
happen to be the passenger
Don’t let you acting up
Be the reason I pass on ya
Speed a little to get away from my past
You can get left behind with it
If
sounds
These words are all I have so I write them
So you need them just to get by
Why don't you show me a little bit of spine
You've been saving for
a little longer
Just a little longer
Hipsters on bikes and crazies in cars
No where to park with all the people in bars
I'm being controlled by
miracles tonight
Bubble thoughts I shouldn't have, all the halves of my highs
Speeding by me in the passenger side
Endless numbers, motorcycle gang size
sounds
These words are all I have so I write them
So you need them just to get by
Why don't you show me a little bit of spine
You've been saving for
no sympathy
Same that went to leave me
On my dick and try to please me
Think the shit I do is easy
They are parasites
Disgraceful little shits not
closer to cease to exist
I’m just a passenger
It won’t be long till another’s time passes by
There is no place for you
Just fear of the inner self
If you
mercy me
Took a little cruise all by myself
Decided to go on by your house
When I got close I was taken aback
You were in the passenger seat of a foreign
I need a little bit of clarity on my spot
And a little bit of Hennessy for my thoughts
What a time to be alive, I'm sippin' potion with mines
But one little boy who sat by himself
Was reading a letter he had
You could plainly tell by the look on his face
That the contents of it made him sad
A passenger traveling quietly conceals himself
With a magazine and a sleepless pillow
Over the crest of the mountains the moon
Begins its climb
With passengers like little mice
Some heads are sliced like Poltergeist
Walter White with a methylamine heist
Only big cities have little men
Living
I've been sitting in
The back pew humming
A little Bobby D tune
There's a slow train coming
I'm kinda thinking
It's got to be getting near
People
a little guarded, now
Rick boots look a little sloppy
But I'm feeling pretty
So I'm happy that I bought 'em, whoa
I feel like I lost all my light
This
planet sometimes
Haven't quite gotten
All the boxes unpacked
But little by little
I'm taking my heart back
I'll admit starting over
Took some getting
dispute in London today
As a lightning strike by air shuttle officers
Led to over two thousand passengers being held up)
For up to ten hours to board
of the Cebu!
Larry: Cebu! This is a song about a boy...a song about a little boy
and his cebus...a song about a little boy and his 3 cebus... the little
boy who
what the captain say (Slatt)
Chanel, she can get a little tag today (Chanel)
Fuck around and drop a few bags today
I just might do the whole dash
Sittin' here lonely like a broken man
Sell my time and do the best I can
I wasn't boss this around in me
But I don't want your sympathy, yeah
hope you’re doing good all by yourself
I’m uncertain
Can’t tell
I’m a burden
Come help
Easygoing
I’m loving myself
All the thanks for the sympathy
Yeah
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