Lyrics:
catch me in town, on the strip in Vegas
Chilling, filling bitches faces with babies
Bitch bite your tongue, this just ain't a Mercedes
Tell the A.T.F.
do these hotel walls hang their strangeness on my own?
Oh mama, I'm gonna roll, with a truckload of hurt.
These wheels have rolled across I don't
He's pining for her in a people carrier
There might be buildings and pretty things to see like that
But architecture won't do
Although it might
'bout? (You're a liar)
I traded my 1988 Mercedes for it (that's a lie)
Man, don't front, you know what Rush is about, man
(You're a liar) Yo, why you be
the game
Empty promises blatant lies
Keep you spinning in your wheel of time
Sell a muzzle to a dog add fire to the fuel
You won't let us live
So we don't
Lord, please don't forsake me
In my Mercedes Benz
All the riches and the ruins
Now we all know how that story ends
Strange apparition
Haunting
Lord, please don't forsake me
In my Mercedes Benz
All the riches and the ruins
Now we all know how that story ends
Strange apparition
Haunting
Where all the girls at?
With the credit cards and the high heels
The Mercedes Benz with the big wheels
When they hear this jam, they can't sit
them next to the faith that he'd lost in himself
Said his good-byes and when the dirty work was done
He turned his wheels into the fading sun
For
Home grown alligator, see you later
Better hit the road
Something changed in the atmosphere
Architecture unfamiliar
I could get used to this
Time
Blessings, blessings yeah
I see elephant tusk on the bow of a sailing lady
Docked on the Ivory Coast
Mercedes in a row winding down the road
I
from misery
Random brushstrokes
on the canvas of the soul
The balance of an architecture of imperfection
There is always one more tear to shed
underneath your seat
Show me your tiny plastic soft drink
A song like a squealing pig
Like a train with wheels
In the dark with the lights off
Concealed
Is a brand new Mercedes
I know a crackhead named Albert
He sure knows me
He'd rather be out at 5 am
Nothin between you and me
I know a crackhead
Give me a moment to breathe, a moment alone, a moment free
Give me a moment to see, that my life is right in front of me
I'll never leave, I'll never
this job I thought
That you knew the deal
I told the boss we had
A Mercedes-Benz but all
We got in our yard is a steering wheel
Well, I can't borrow this
SEX
Fuck it, buy a pink Mercedes (skrrt)
I made Forbes every year, lil' baby (top the Forbes)
I don't like no long nails on my lady (of course)
Is
That pussy was good as confessions
I'm in the latest
She ride the D like Mercedes
I might just call her Mercedes
Rocking margiela I might just design
some lady
And my outfit is just so 80's
Not to mention a McLaren Mercedes
And the twenty-six inch inch wheels
Looks so good with your 6 inch heels
the perfect match
This isn't coming from the soul
The guts are speaking
Are we supposed to be the cannibals?
Why is the wheel still in spin?
We're not new
the architecture's part of the equasion
Your new neighbours think that you smell very poor
Their dog's house is even bigger than yours
You the odd one out, you can't
Lord, please don't forsake me
In my Mercedes Benz
All the riches and the ruins
Now we all know how that story ends
Strange apparition
Haunting
let's get together and collide with each other
Sex drive, aw you know how it feels
Get out of my car and get under my wheels
Sex drive, sex drive, sex
them bitches is stolen
Stranded on Death Row, Brenda having my baby
But I'm stacking my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes
They screaming Tupac
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