Lyrics:
its been
And all the signs lead back to you
And I could never let you go cause half of me is you
And outside I see the sun going down alone
I drove by
the manager, massacre
Don't you tranna test me, I'm not an examiner
I'll be passing blunts
They might as well call me "De-Passenger"
I'm surrounded by the mist
Get in the car we gone ride ride ride
Drop the top down let the sun inside
Do a buck 20 on 85
Everybody staring when we passing by
Get in the car we
I’ll change, I’ll change for the better
Pick any day, Sunday through Sunday, Sun up to sun down,
It’s hard to live by the, rules of the town when you’re
Sit here by my side
In my passenger seat
You put your hand in mine
That's right where we should be
We parked up at your place
Watch the sun fall
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea
But all the towns
It fell out upon one Martinmas time
When snow lay on the border
There came a troop of soldiers here
To take up their winter quarters
Chorus:
With
plate we break
Was cracked by scattered needles
The little minute gong
Coughs and clears his throat
Madam you see before you stand
Hey ho, never be still
But my father lives inside me and his memories never fade
And when I cross the border line sure I know what I will see
My fathers shoes outside
(What's the subject?)
The Shwingalo, hot damn
(Is Posdnuos gonna start?)
I am, I am
(And by the order of Shwing on hand)
I present to you
steps ahead)
(Three steps ahead)
(Three steps ahead)
(What's the subject?)
The Shwingalo, hot damn
(Is Posdnuos gonna start?)
I am, I am
(And by
with orphans
I'm at the bottom of the mud, where it started
I need Biscotti, gotta smoke by a forest
Got a flock of tens, like an arsenal
This shit
There's a sleepy town as south of the border
If you go there once, you'll be there twice
Lots of pretty girls, coming by the dozens
The white sand sure
Barely raised by my dysfunctional fam
Here I stand as a dysfunctional man
Quick-tempered, short-fused, and pissed at God
Demons pullin' at my soul
The seasons end, is this peace?
Piece by piece, stone by stone
What is beyond, what is below?
My body will be returned to earth (I am a passenger upon rivers
think a nigga trollin'
Or showin' out for the cameras
Fuck, I'm doin' fish-bowlin'
One hunnid thou on the passenger
Bitch, I'm Kendrick Lamar, respect
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea
But all the towns
they feel
Night time on the City of New Orleans changin' cars in Memphis Tennessee
Half way home and we'll be there by mornin'
Through
[Intro]
And we go by the runners
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ay)
DJ Khaled, we the best
(I think it's time for me
of passengers that's pretty big
And they'll all want a lift to Brown's Hotel,
'Cause lots of them been traveling for quite a spell
All the way from
Drivin' down the motherfuckin' highway
The flyway hey bitch you goin' my way?
Now I got a passenger
I look at the miniskirt now I'm askin' her
Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home and we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rollin' down to the sea
But
of the rails is all they feel
[Chorus]
Night time on the City of New Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home, we'll be there by mornin'
[Call of Jotunheim]
[Somewhere behind the border of the known world you may hear the drumming and the heavy steps of the giants. They are born out
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