Lyrics:
On Labor Day morning the traffic uncoils
Into bike racks and brake lights and asphalt and oil It crawls off towards autumn and by afternoon
Stranded inside a madhouse, baby.
Down in old Pine Grove.
Been up for days
in a drunkards haze,
just lit up by this stove.
We got the band in
a sexy video on
I'm gonna massage some oil into my body, baby
'cause I'm gonna get tight with you, yeah
I wanna take you to McDonald's with a candle
Oh a man must be mad or want money bad to venture catching whales
For he may be drowned when the whale turns around or his head be smashed by the tail
by just like she does every night at 8
She's leaving on the 10:05 tomorrow morning it'll be too late
Maybe it's the spark plug, or the gas he
Lincoln
Then Mr. B.S. beat his gums
And testified to me,
"Joe's washing the short,
Changing da oil
He'll be here by three."
So the little hand hits
Lincoln
Then Mr. B.S. beat his gums
And testified to me,
"Joe's washing the short,
Changing da oil
He'll be here by three."
So the little hand hits
Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin' to the top
The sheik he drove his
Let's see what he has to say
You, uh, what's-his name, right? Well
Yeah, ten rolls yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I mean, do you have something I can
I can
Strap yourself spite of, PLR in
The piece, biggest lair, yo
Pimp slapped by the hand of god
The anthem of dismantlers
My mantra creeps inside your ears,
(Murder, murder 8x)
Every shot that thunders
Through the nighttime don't you wonder
What potential was extinguished
To keep the flames burning
on the beach X 4
I saw you on the beach… I knew right then your were the one.
Instrumental beat rhythm:
First Verse:
You look so royal when you're pouring
Capturing Hip Hop culture
In striking stills that synchronously come alive
Animated life that breathes oil and ink
The heart of the street
Beat through
insulted by the proposal
It's like they forget I'm the mogul
The trainers are in JD Australia
And that means we're goin' global
I don't wanna be
cum. Its edge play,
be careful, fuck around and murder you by mistake and
leave you dead in the bed slayed.
Not my intentions. You'll lick prick til your
Look at this crib
In all of its glorious antiquary
Every curve and surface speaks to me
Saying pamper and spoil me
Sand me and oil me
Come on
I
right, I don't talk right, I don't eat right, I don't sleep right, what I do right? who said you right? hell with do right, id rather do life. and by
games poppin off like lingerie parties, (woo!)
Life is lovely, puffin on herb we sippin bubbly,
While I rub ya, down with body oils
Tellin all your
up into the government's war
As if the land of money and oil funny how ain't none of it's yours
I can't sleep yo I'm paranoid, it's code orange
It's
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