Lyrics:
Wheels are gonna rust if they don't turn enough,
And so the story goes
Hell, i've been one of those worn and faded by the rain
Days are gonna fly
purchased by the blood
Cause he punched my ticket
Pull up pull up let's go
Pull up pull up let's go
You already know what time it is
Full blood that's Jesus
the streets
Surrounded by some thieves
We married to the game my wife is fucking loitering
Got my goons, got'em
Silver spoons, agh
Red against brrr blue badge
by a thread
I can't cope I'm seeing red
Money spread money spread
Money on my head
Infrared ya'll just talk like TED looking like the feds
Ya'll been
permits
We own the city, on the phone with Diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, when she get aroused
like to suck her own titty; put it in the video
permits
We own the city, on the phone with Diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, when she get aroused
like to suck her own titty; put it in the video
Well, there was this movie I seen one time
About a man riding 'cross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck
He was shot down by a hungry kid trying
I guess)
(Oh, oh!) The magic of the moment snuck up on me
And caught me by surprise (Oh!)
And caught me by surprise (Oh!)
And caught me by
there your own way home
But I never got to Kiev
We never came by home
Train went north to the Taiga
We were stripped and marched in file
Up the great
Who rides trains?
I know but I don't think I should tell you
why ride trains?
O.K. but it get kind of confusing
People takes trains everyday to go
when I believe her
I'll soon be back; I got the fever
She's a believer
I got the freight-liner fever
Now there's a railroad a-runnin' by a highway
Is it Weatherspoons is it Witherspoons
When I go there time just zooms
Start drinking at 9am
Sober up have lunch and get drunk again
You wanna go
CHORUS:
Picked up a nigga bitch then pop me a perky
Fucking all night got a nigga thirsty
Drunk in love I was surfboard surfing
I do drugs hell na I
get it, yeah
I met her outside of the club
I left out it early some nigga was trippin'
And really was bouta get drugged
Drunk and he spillin' shit
is going to be the death of me
your humour hits me like a train
don't tie me to the tracks again
you say i should be grateful
cause everything in
Leave him paralyzed and agonized
Fellas, grab the thighs that's by your side
Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
(Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco)
I am lying in my bed
Watching the spider eat the fly
I say "How is that its breakfast even for you"
A little later I am sitting by the window
Oh
Burning down Brooklyn, that's how I live
Liquor on the hour, got drunk by six
Paint the town red and suck my own dick
Burning down Brooklyn, that's
W-h-i-s-k-e-y
Amber red liquor keeps me feeling fine
I'm getting so buzzed tonight (I'm getting drunk)
My wife said I need to be home by 9 (I
3 shot 4
Yea sip up sip up
From a red cup red cup
Need a next cup
So we can get fucked up
You know that's what's up
White girl shwasty
Black girls
drunk"
"Doesn't matter if I die as long as I die by your side"
You close my eyes and say that you're not real
But when I wake up "I feel you there"
"I
when the lights is dim
I just cut the top off the coupe I let the chickens dip
Bad bitch molly’d up
Red hair different shit
Whole gang different shit
plate
Never gon' be sober
My beats got you punch drunk
Boxing after Santa
You're red and white, wiped out
Got to realise your fighting days have piped
their grace
Double pump and a 45
Ready to give when we take a life
Steel reserve all by my side
Drunk on that shit know I'm bout to ride
I feel brolic
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