Lyrics:
to the neighborhood
As we're walking there, my buddy and I get passed real slow by two cops in a squad car
Sure enough they pull a U-turn and stop us, asking us where
There aint no one else can do me better
I prolly I won’t survive if I’m out here alone
Are you the woman for the ride
Pretty passenger that I need by my
that money like LEGOs I’m gifted I told you I really be getting it
(bags!)
I heard your album just dropped and it flopped and you sap cause them niggas
Got some Ps in the passenger seat
Big 40 on my lap and the FM by my feet
She's as thick as a gram in the wood
Nah, I wish the bitch would
Got some Ps
Round and round and away we go
Round and round and away we go
Four by four and away we go
High not low and away we go
Round and round and away we go
The streets go by
There are bumps and obstacles in the way
I hold on tight.
Gotta make it to my salvation, yeah
Oh, yeah
Passenger. Hope to find my way to my
the rubbish
With the other broken toys
Disposed by a vicious public
R-R-R round we go
B-B-B back on this carousel
In this land of broken toys
Clout chasing
I am the one
All of these rappers those are my sons
I ain't gone front
I don't pull stunts
I just pull up
I just pull up
I just pull up
Up
Yeah that
that outlives him
Like Malcolm did, we are out of sync
And out of time by the sound of things
Arms long like Dhalsim is how to win
Best murder machine
Yeah, bought a new white Wraith, last night, nearly crashed it
Spinning out on the highway, 720 in the ass
Bad bitch in the passenger, seen her
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
is adored by the world
This album has some lovely samples of
Beatles music it has, for instance
Eight new titles wrought by the incomparable
John
for each man (Damn)
Then I scrapped that, 2 albums are now shelved
A personal hell completely composed by myself (Mmm)
But this one's workin', dropped
to the top now tell me are you ready
So AlexdaKid and KidinaKorner checking me out daily
My latest album making waves already
Check me out I’m Number One in
Listen
Bitches gon' flock when I walk in the club
Know the bartender, she pouring me up
Me and my niggas, we sparking it up
You are not me so stop
We're passengers in time lost in motion
Locked together day and night by trick of light
I must take another journey
We must meet with other names
the album's storyline breaks off[03:44.19]As this song was not originally[03:46.52]Intended to be on this album[03:48.01]Inspired by Picasso's blue period
We're passengers in time lost in motion
Locked together day and night by trick of light
I must take another journey
We must meet with other names
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol for my niggas
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
So this A&R over at Roc-A-Fella, named Hip
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
Very much a work in progress!
Tyler, The Creator is he
Extremely ridiculous? Yes is
He extremely talented? Definitely we
Are about to
Embark
Passengers, commuters and mail/
Trees and meat, gravel and shale/
Are great, are great, are great, are great, are great!
Control:
Control. Control. You wagons
(Z-Ro talking)
Motherfucking Z-Ro, tired of this
Motherfucking passenger side man
When I'ma drive
(Chorus - 2x)
Living in the passenger side
I want
Johnny Mathis
For Mathis lovers this album has his style
Beautiful numbers are heard on the car radio
After all records are cut in the recording studio
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