Lyrics:
with the climb
And my shooter keep his heater on the passenger side
Sayin, destined for greatness
Made for making changes here to make a joke of all
dark and
Stare up and the stars or the moon
We on route, we going up soon
Steady building, know I'm tooled with the fixtures
Won't believe the type
Another 200 on a G shock
Keeping it simple, I'm not too flashy
Got a warrant out, they gotta come catch me
Passenger seat something pretty and nasty
Big
this a vibe
I'm the one believe the hype yeah
Slow down
Speed up
Accelerate
Down the interstate yeah
Roll up
Drink that
Get it bae it's getting late
You believe in a heaven you'll never see
(I don't believe in heaven)
But a cut in your cheek won't seem so deep
when I make your bed beneath
Hey stranger
Don't come close to me
We're just two passengers
Driving down the same street
Only if you put down that look of yours
And try to relax
I dreamed last night I got on the boat to heaven
And by some chance I had brought my dice along
And there I stood and I hollered
Someone fade me
rest
Yeah I believe Yeah
Bridge
I believe in your truth
I believe in your grace
So to you I responded
By seeking your face
I believe in your love
mind right
I need a gangsta girl, who can ride in my passenger seat
Get your mind right mami, get your mind right
And I need gangsta girls, for my
takes to be down with a nigga like me
[J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right
I need a gangsta girl, who can ride in my passenger seat
[J]
ride
Not passing the j don't ask if I'm fried
Driving sober saves lives
That's why I'm in the passenger seat getting high
Love in my heart my girl by
Frrr-Frrr m-m-m-m-mmm-mmmm
M-m-m-m-mmm-mmmm (II)
Yeah
Wanna believe her wanna believe her
Wanna believe her wanna believe her
Wanna believe her
In the sapling years of the post war world
In an English market town
I do believe we traveled in schoolboy blue
The cap upon the crown
Books
into the car
We'll be the passenger
We'll ride through the city by night
We'll see the city slept at night
We'll see the things we know are ours
bitch
(That's my thug bitch, thug bitch)
Let's smoke, get high, unload the pistol
And do a drive-by she's crazy
(That's my thug bitch, thug bitch)
How she
Hot dammit I feel like Tinashe
The weed and liquor got me too on
I don't want none of my exes
I be fuckin' with my new jawn
Stop by on her way
passported when I see passerby's
I'm not passive I'm just over here passing by
The passengers don't make the passages right?
Their only passing along for
seventeen
When I thought I knew what to believe
'Cause by now we've all seen
What we gave up to feed this machine
Don't come asking me what it all means
at the time, I look in her eyes
The second I'm making her drop
Take a clip like I got out the A.K.
The 4 7 bullets n' plane that I hop
Out the passenger side
I can still see your silhouette shape in my passenger seat
Don't care where we go long as we 'gone be free
Yeah here's a little smoke and the drink's
Last night I saw you again
I couldn't believe my eyes
You were in a car, on the passenger's side
I saw the corner of your eye from where you saw
another trick sucka dropped
A quarter after twelve, I'm still cruising down them back streets
On my job a dead body already lies on the passenger seat
order
Getting things back to how they used to be
Back to when the scrutiny had no effect on you and me
I miss driving with you in the passenger
fuckin with some killas
You fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas
[The Game:]
It's 3, The hard way
Black Lambo, No passengers
Black Ski mask,
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