Lyrics:
Radio, TV, and even the press
That was the meanin of V-A-P-O-R-S
The meanin' of this word without no doubt
Means nobody wanna be down when you're
champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk
Balling on my Louis silk shirt, match my Louis rag
[Hook]
clright (clright!), okay (Okay!)
I don't dance (Uh-uh!), no way
I just take my Louis rag out
Where the stars align
Hit that dance on the rooftop sipping aged red wine
Silk sheets, gold chains, and a penthouse view
This loves a high life baby me
Star Tech Motorola
(What up)
Bally silks (Ugh) , Kangol tilts (Kill it)
Stand straight when the boss talkin
Hush your lips mob-affiliated contract hit's
(what you like)
You say I'm no good, really, but I can change your life
Sleepin' on silk sheets and clutchin' heavy metal, yeah
I'm a rockstar slash
Shepard want to bust off
I tell your legs and swat em, MC's having anal sex
Step around like a Tampax, and step up next
I enter New York, no problem
money by lonely
Rest speakers knockers stay praying
I told you I don't write no script, real ish I'm always saying
Watch me I do my dance wit it
Cause i
silk ribbon tied into a bow
Around the bonny star the Scot's kilt did lift and show
Ring-ding-diddle-diddle hai-dee-ho ring-di-diddly-ai-oh
Around
himself
Wouldn't have needed to worry
If his hands were tied by me
There's no neurosis that this
Doctor can't diagnose
I'll find the monster
Old lovers held by a chain
Its links to the past
Hardly bearing the strain
Of the weakness to break it and
Start out again they're held by a chain
SHUT UP!!!
It's clean the chimneys kids, and it's 1974
Shake a fist, make Oliver Twist
There's no way you ain't poor
Work the mine, work the factory
Cause I was raised down in Jozi
(Jozi)
Lineage traced to Ngoni
Bloodline of the Zulu's, Nguni
(Nguni)
Natives of land that was holy
No one can tell
[Chorus]
Whoa mule, whoa mule, we're dirty but were dreaming
Whoa mule, whoa mule, we'll both get there someday
All you ramblers, you silk
Speaks in Morse code, I'm traveling Moors Gold
Babbling Bushido, while holding my soul's glow
No longer seeking key holes to see the world
A locksmith
silk and stars
When your face is a trick of the light
Stumbling blindly in the dark
The stars by which we navigate
Have fallen from the sky
Promethean
you
A thing for you, a thing
(Don't take me back again, don't take me back again)
It's so hard to hide but so easy to find
(Lost my shine, I star
That's your daughter
Shoes brand new, no silk water
I know I'm fly I just want you to know it
So if you're
If you fly and you know it
Put your hands in
Now what kind of beast would love such a feast
Have you no shame?
So we hung the by the feet
Oh, we shot them in the street
Oh, the victory was
Paranoia, so I whisper
Trap star in her ears
Like sweetheart that's a secret
Fuck with the pretending for the endz
I suggest you get some
Money issues with no
sittin' by the jack as
Now, she blowin' on a flute sweatin' on my mack as
Don't get it twisted trick we ain't no slackas
Ain't got time to play
sportin' silk, mink and
She had it sewn, flowin' on her own
She's the type of girl to put her crew on the map
Anything you want, don't wet that, you can
sportin' silk, mink and
She had it sewn, flowin' on her own
She's the type of girl to put her crew on the map
Anything you want, don't wet that, you can
him a wink
His heart starts to burn
There is no return
She's Princess Lala
Every night
She's a star
When she sings:
"I'm not a man, not a woman
I'm
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