Lyrics:
at a car park for two days
Look at a grey port for two days
Train line, stone and grey
Train line, stone and grey uh
Uh containers and their drivers
Uh
Ti ricordi di noi babe
Avevamo sogni dentro un container
Poi quando sono andato ad ovest
Hai pianto hai rovinato l’eye-liner
Ciao, come stai?
Mi hai
at a grey port for two days
Train line, stone and grey
RO-RO roll on roll off
The container drivers
Speed for their wages
Uh-containers
Uh-and
It's a clean line between love and the hatred
All these boxes can't contain us we breaking out these containers
If your man is acting lazy what do you
Cook it up add some seasoning
This the new flavor
Take it on the go pack it
Up in the container
Meal smell good in your nose
Be the vapor ollie over
catching comets gliding past
I hope I'm famous
In the barrel envy only stands to fuel containers
Arcades made in Vegas
Arcades made in Vegas
Travel through
fine, hop the line (hop the line)
I've been sippin' on Patron and wine (hey, buss it)
I'm just tryna have a good fuckin' time
I was chillin' with
steel I keep that stainless
Cross that line you must be brainless
Peel his cap see what he thinking
Roll em up like carpets stain em
Blow em up lil shot
VERSE
Look at my green eyes
You got the same eyes
The same lines
The same lines
Can we make something new
Tween me and you
For me and you
CHORUS
damn cold, engulfed with doubt
And I cannot remember why I moved out
I know I promised you that
I'd watch what I eat and drink
But takeaway containers
Fear is a line
Ever expanding
Arrogant
Cutting
Loss is circular
It swells and breaks
It's moving
It's throbbing
It's constantly regenerating
And in
Mmm, man, ohh
No open containers
No open containers on my desk
Got a lotta expensive equipment
I've spilt water on people's computers before
We
And that's the longest line without a rhyme
But the punch before the line
About the line was so divine
For shizzle my nizzle I feel like D-O-double Gizzle
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Let's go
Took a trip to Costa Rica, bad bitch yeah she a diva
I rock designer sneakers, you sitting in the bleachers
Wrist cold, yeah
Kabla scandal kibao niekewe,
Nimejazwa na the Holy Ghost,
Ka container buda nimejar,
Ka manywele hivi ndio inafur,
mimi ni kifaa
Najua nishakill by now,
In a single file line
Its fair and balanced
Look at what we have that they dont
Whats it that I have that you dont?
Look at what they have that we
And She Knows, Yeah
And She Knows, Yeah
Bae let's pop out
Come on bae, let's pop out
Yeah
I'll take you out to Costa Rica
October baby, she a Libra
wasn't real
I bend I break
I mend with paper
Dipped in LSD containers (I break)
Insane I might just say
Relay that to my face
An then relay that to my
in
Containers, compartments
Invest in
Apartments and coffins
Go ahead, get furious
Turn on the waterworks
Go collect skins 'fore the storm sets in
Every night is the night
I carry my torchlight
And I follow dem stand for line
So many many tins wey man don sacrifice
But we still Dey pray
One day
caddy and friend of 25 years,
Mr. Skipijankings, is doing every thing he can to get
the champion?s mind back on track.
Skipijankings: (Say line during:
do the Macarena (true)
Money in container, shippin' it to California (woo)
Running circles 'round these squares with these rectangles (skrrt)
the funky bass-line
You don't need underdog for a nickel shoeshine or the shoes that's phat
Well, can I get a level on the bass and on the treble?
Footin'
trovi nel porto un container contiene tesori, mercati tarocchi
Marocchini in borghi, money and gold, manigoldi, tutti ingordi, frate
Brutti incontri, noi
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