Lyrics:
and Fendi stitched on my duffle bag
Picked out a Bently tossed the salesman my duffle bag
Hit multiple ports of entry with my duffle bag
From the block
from the cemetery
Yeah, Space port way too small please don’t mind my entry
Yeah, BitCoins all on deck I feel like new tooth fairy
Yeah, In the Milkyway
performin' aerial movement
Thoughts linger, distinctively as if parachuting
Whisper police and be quickly seen by a pair of shooters
Stare or prove it,
roll, gettin' out of that old dust bowl
They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find
Now, the police at the port of entry say
at the port of entry say,
"You're number fourteen thousand for today."
[Chorus]
If you ain't got the do-re-mi, boys,
If you ain't got the do-re-mi,
Well
gettin' out of that old dust bowl
They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find
Now, the police at the port of entry say
"You're
at the port of entry say,
"You're number fourteen thousand for today."
[Chorus]
If you ain't got the do-re-mi, boys,
If you ain't got the do-re-mi,
Well
gettin' out of that old dust bowl
They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find --
Now, the police at the port of entry say
"You're
Failed relationship don't mean child support
Think I give a fuck about a friend life is short
Don't drink no wine unless it's taylor port
Weed mixed
The palm tree that was a baloon
That it was too cold for
Port of entry, port of call
The smell of hardwood floors
Bonds of kin, tied within
Will
Jersey Shore
Under record under suspicion of entrapment of a wild animal (don't spill my secret)
Griesley Port Entry discovered a caged leopard in
Jersey Shore
Under record under suspicion of entrapment of a wild animal (don't spill my secret)
Griesley Port Entry discovered a caged leopard in
roll, getting out of that old dust bowl,
They think they're going to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find
Now, the police at the port of entry say,
roll, getting out of that old dust bowl,
They think they're going to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find
Now, the police at the port of entry say,
roll, gettin' out of that old dust bowl
They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find
Now, the police at the port of entry say
roll, getting out of that old dust bowl,
They think they're going to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find
Now, the police at the port of entry say,
gettin' out of that old dust bowl
They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find
Now, the police at the port of entry say
"You're
keyboards
Peter Wolf keyboards
Ed Mann percussion
Arthur Barrow bass
Vinnie Colaiuta drums]
Identify your last port of entry, space wanderer . . .
a young boy, I rated the boom bap
Cut to aerial footage of a scary estate
Keep going and prove them right
Send for everyone, end the night
Returning
to hit ports in the morning 'fore school
Look, I don't know what your mans was doing
Sit next to shorty smelling like a 40 year old?
I know my chances
they roll
Getting out of that old dust bowl
Think they're coming to a sugar bowl
But (g) here's (d7) what they (g) find
Police at the port of entry
where the whores at? (Fuck that)
But, any port in a storm, black
Landed balls deep in the landed gentry
Port of entry, centuries
Melt away as they're
Gettin' out of that old dust bowl
They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl
But here's what they find
Now, the police at the port of entry say
"You're number
to my back
Rocket exhaust melt skin off like wet wax
Call sign Tom Cat, master ace of aerial combat
I double-time out to the tarmac
Fog covers
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