Lyrics:
Standin' on a corner,
Suitcase in my hand.
Jack's in his car, says to Jane, who's in her vest,
Me, babe, I'm in a rock n' roll band.
Ridin' in
The blood scene followed by catch up
Peep the cinematography
A chopped up body found in the dry, spin it
Now who gone clean this mess up?
I'm from
everything
On the block
Soaked the game like a
Sponge in the sink at Momma's house
Got my mind on my money
I'm just tryin' to win
If it don't make
It's summertime, it's so hot
I'm wearing shorts a tank top and flip flops
I see birds flying in the blue sky
And marshmallow clouds floatin' by
ain't me coz there's no way I'll be taken in
Coz I can see through all your spin
Misery is all you're gonna bring
Just who do you think you're influencing
of my check list reads
Remain unaffected by the next pricks beliefs
I'll keep this brief, breathe you in like a sigh of relief
Existence disappears
roll the window down again
Man I miss my dogs, and my bitches in fact
And Imma pour one back just to keep us in tact
See I'm pushing rap pack with
in my Stans
Beg you 'low it big man, bad energies fi cross the road
Move bitch, don't be ludicrous
S-class, I'm so used to this
Chest nah rock
I'm in the corner, sucking on a lemon
Trying to put a curse on the marching band
The trumpet players' lips get stuck
The drums implode
the hours go…
I met her in a rock and roll joint, where the carpet sticks to your shoes
The band was playing "I'm Beginning to Lie: I've Been Here Too Long
raw
Yeah
Yeah
Indy mountain
I roll it rotten
I get to comping knocking
But once im in you know I rock it
Get to top it knocking
Pop it drop in
Think I
Know we gon be good for the rest of time
Surfin like I'm posideon
On them waves
So let's go for a ride
Down PCH
See the world fly by
Like a blue
Leather steering wheel in my hand
Classic rock on the radio
Getting passed by a minivan
Don't care, 'cause I'm going slow
Cold A/C on my face
Wife's
THINK SHE'S SHOT
Verse 2
CAN'T OPEN THE HOOD CAN'T CLOSE THE TRUNK
WINDSHIELD WAS SMASHED BY A REDHEADED PUNK
TWO THOUSAND DOLLARS IN HER I HAVE SUNK
suck oui, oui I'm getting head in France
She said can we go out to eat or do you have plans
Spent a ticket on noodles and rice just to show I got bands
hat was still yellow I did pour the purple up too
Liver in danger
I done had brothers turn stranger
11 steps til I'm major
Guess I'm on ten
Better you
do, couldn't call cause all these shows
Won't diss you, I'm just caught up in my flow
This a lifestyle that I'd never thought I'd know
Real nigga, catch
I had a dream that I was in a mid-level rock 'n' roll band
Played every shit-home nightclub across this entire land
When I woke up I was glad to see
to the waves
Oh no the girl's not a liar, she listens to fire
Musters up those little magic moments
It's just her rock n' roll life,
Backed by Mercury's pipes,
(One of the brightest stars in heavens spare time)
(Uh) I just wanna box
Pull up to the stores, Don't look at the cost
(Lil bitch) With the gang, I
talk (Oh yeah that's what it is)
I know you wishing you could hang, cause we known to rock
Every time I roll in this town, I see the world different
All
of him
This shit is beyond me, sold rocks to my auntie
Now she all strung out, I gotta figure something out
Gotta put something in his scalp and if I take
Brown paper bag, don't stop me now, I'm on a roll
Plain brown wrapper in your pocket
Is it still the invisible man you're consorting with, woman?
ho's
Ho's with top clothes, money hungry now stop ho
Just because I walk in the club don't mean I'm spending a dub on you
This money's mine, think I'm
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