Lyrics:
her up like
"I'm just tryna roll some fucking weed"
I think you'd look nice
Up in my front seat
Out by the sidewalk, told her look twice
And if her man
time around
Pink in the morning
Gold 'for night
In wonder, each day of my life
Wonderfully livin' my life
Verse 4:
The end of the day
When it's time
rose
She's the poor man's gold, she's the anarchist crucible
Flyin' in the face of the despot cannibal
Pretty pink rose
Never let it rain
Never rain
Designer crimes or it wouldn't be me (ooh)
Diamonds shinin', drive in silence, I don't mind it, I'm ridin'
Flyin' private side by side with the pilot
Up
make it plain
Keeping the smoke
Cooking the food
Making long songs
I'm just joking
These are not long
Listen to Echoes
By Pink Floyd
Break like a toy
the pain
I love above all
I am dancing
Kinda kinky
Los Tacubos are here with me
Pink Floyds vibing
daft punks weirdly
I will open Caifanes baby x3
You know it you know it
They know it you know
You know
All this money on me, I feel like Floyd
(too much money) i got too much money on me
They
in gold gold
I'll be in gold gold
I can never loose I can only win
So why y'all saying I belong in the looney bin
Now it's true that I'm on to some
judge it by the color, confuse it for another
You might regret what you let slip away
Like the geek in the pink
Well, I'm the geek in the pink y'all
boys
Why I bury over gold
Left, right, left
How long can we holler when it ain't no breath?
You keep killing fathers without no regrets
Then keep
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
and all up in this
Gold g-gold gold gold lovin' the gold gold g-gold gold
Gold g-gold gold gold lovin' the gold gold g-gold gold
Bottles filled with enmity
Bumpin' Pink Floyd and Mayweather
Windows down on that grey Monte Carlo
Embedded rubber on concrete
Leavin' trails on the paved leathers
On that power
by the color, confuse it for another
You might regret what you let slip away
I'm the geek in the pink, pink, pink
I'm the geek in the pink, yeah
Mmmm
Mmm
Top back
Radio playing pink floyd
Rolling down the street
Tryna fill the void
I'm just tryna fill the void
Pretty haired, blue eyed
Pretty
tempted Adam with an apple
Man I ain't going for that
I know it was her pink Cadillac
Crushed velvet seats
Riding in the back, oozing down the street
Well let the geek in the pink take a stab at it
If you like the way I'm thinkin' baby wink at it
I may be skinny at times but I'm fat full 'a rhymes
the sky
Joseph, we'll never forget you
It's tough but we're gonna get by
There's one more angel in heaven
There's one more star in the sky
Joseph,
laces
Shoot first, got open cases
Pink Floyd I'm your favorite bassist
Gold chains and gold bracelets
New grill, no braces
With the bushka on, imma
Many colors can be found
On the outside it is bound
No matter what we think
Inside we're all Pink
A heart of gold
Is a heart to hold
A heavy heart
Is
paper in this library?
Pull up, look like Floyd
Oh my gosh, it's them boys
Make a merry land cuz I'm married to the bands
I ain't shakin' on no hands if
before I even knew K.R.I.T
Seven hundred dollar glass of whiskey and I shoots it
Using my gold teeth to take an olive off a toothpick
Throw the bitch in
never seems to happen fuck that cuz in this life homie
It's all gold
You 13 and you want be a rap star
Studying all your favorites and how they act hard
duffle bag crazy,
Sippin' on Pink Floyd an puffin' Wayne Brady,
Damn, who's line is it anyways,
I'm in a daze, you been amazed,
Y'all seem to be stuck
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