Lyrics:
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)
What's a girl like you
Doin' in a place like
Max Julian on a ho
Used to run the rock, Jim Brown in the snow
Moncler bomber, armor Under Armour
.38 special 'cause I believe in karma
Double
and best believe you'll receive a card cause your family will rest in the peace By the time it's dark
Yes motherfucker you heard me surely I'm the first
higher
I came back out the blue
Fuck the 9, I'm droppin' fire
Take a seat by the booth
I got bottles and a driver
But I got Backwoods and a lighter
Say I'm
We got one bad bitch at the party on her phone
Two shots in and she's all alone
Bring three friends so she feels at home
Got four bad bitches that's
and my diamonds blue
Keep a dime chick like 5 times 2
I be killin these haters when
I slide by through
Like a drive by do in a sky dive coop
Flyin,
in this self made maze
It's been so long since I've been fine
I'm just tryin' to see the bottom of this bottle of wine
And I know I'll see better
says that I drink way too much
But you only live once so you might as well take a swig
She got my Jim Beam bottle out of my back seat
But she never
& the legend Jim Hill
Gosh he was filled filled with knowledge
By my guy Jase, pumping them cassette tapes
Escorted to the gym in the blue Escort
Dipset AY
the difference?)
Only difference is I'll push you to that right lane (whip in traffic)
Gotta laugh y'all that's just blue lightning (the lamb)
Or that white
It's me and you
Bottle of that 1942
Tell me what the hell you wanna do
Runnin up them blues
If I see yo bitch she gon choose
I might beat it beat it
a landslide
I'm a head case train wreck avalanche comin' down
Put your hands to the sky
I'm a ready made party
I'm whiskey in a bottle now
a landslide
I'm a head case train wreck avalanche comin' down
Put your hands to the sky
I'm a ready made party
I'm whiskey in a bottle now
When crack hit I could never forget
In '92 Mr daly was hit by gun clips
You had to pump if you wanted some kicks
The best product on the block
It was
Cranberry black & it's sponsored by artist
IMOB the Gang the Art in the Party
We call it AV, black & gold on the bottle
Vacay to Ibiza, Pj in the morning
Got
circle of hell
Let's meet there now
Hearing a sound in the bottles to drag us really down
Down down down down down to just another round
We
and get hit by the trolley
I'll be killed in the road
Hollow bodily unfilled with soul
Grabs the dish soap
Scrubbing suds, with different strokes,
the world go by
Why must I buzz around like a blue arsed fly
Oh, to sit and watch the world go by
Why must I buzz around like a blue arsed fly
Why must I buzz
Early I'm woke in the morning
Silence has entered the trees
Take no ones help can't get by by myself and these times have lost me
The older will roll
So I keep it movin in an orderly, fashion
Pedal to the floor -- peep the jim crow law, mind control theory
Y'all niggaz don't hear me, generation next
into
Anchor me down to you
I promise I won't float away again
I wrote a message in a bottle
If only you'd see me
Underneath this ocean
of deep blue
I see
blind to see it baby
And you was out here doing
The same thing as me
I wanna ask, has he been by the crib?
Has he been in our, car?
And did you let him,
years we thought she prayed, by the bed where he had laid
But we only could assume, what went on in Grandma's room
And in a voice so low and mild
She
The pale moon rose in it's glory
Out on the Western town
She told a sad, sad story
Of the great ship that went down
T'was the fourteenth day
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