Lyrics:
mobile)
This for my niggas with the pretty cars (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggas who got all the hoes (look at the grill on my
at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz with the pretty cars
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz who got all the hoes
(Look
me away
Mobile blues baby, I can't make it
Got me down Lord, I can't take it
Here in Alabama one more day
I called a friend in Frisco
He said
I'm going home
And when I wanna go home, I'm going mobile
Well, I'm gonna find a home
And we'll see how it feels
Goin' mobile
Keep me moving
about the animals we see
We can fly up to a mountain top
This is so much fun I don’t want to ever stop!
CHORUS
Let’s go for a spin
In the Blippi mobile
all to feel underdressed, impressed?
This party is finished, give us xanax and fifteen minutes
I had my alibi tight that night
And change the station
(I've got a mobile phone)
I've got a mobile phone
I've got a mobile phone
Wherever I lay my phone that's my home
I've got a mobile phone
Hit me on my mobile phone
Want to know what i'm doing if i'm home
Keep her on a need to know oh oh
Don't need to be all in my business yo oh oh
Im
Bro, I don't even know her big bro
I ain't lying
(Good job Jabari)
I don't even know her name
I ain't lying big bra
(Tenxion, Tenxion, Tenxion)
She
Avianne
What's up
I been trying, got me thinking you were mine, check the
Station, station, station, station
1-O-5, I can see it in yo eyes, check
Music is my Mobile Phone
Music is my Mobile Phone
Music is my Mobile Phone
See the frequency that's reaching me and teaching me the tone
I get it I
You did it for the broads, I did it for the paper
Got a hundred styles, got a hundred acres
Fuck the police (fuck 'em), hundred middle fingers
And they furnish me with tape
But deep inside my heart
I know I can't escape
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile with
And they furnish me with tape
But deep inside my heart
I know I can't escape
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile with
Cuz the shagga don kill and the party don chill
Feelings on lock, I'm in a party mobile
Said the shagga don kill and the party don chill
Feelings
writing tunes
I’m warming myself so aimlessly
By the pale glow of my mobile phone’s screen
Trying to find some poetry in my anxiety
But "no rose of prose
writing tunes
I’m warming myself so aimlessly
By the pale glow of my mobile phone’s screen
Trying to find some poetry in my anxiety
But "no rose of prose
writing tunes
I’m warming myself so aimlessly
By the pale glow of my mobile phone’s screen
Trying to find some poetry in my anxiety
But "no rose of prose
bugger one another in Mobile.
Chorus
There's a Jew by the name of Cohen in Mobile,
Repeat
There's a Jew by the name of Cohen,
To the Christian Church
I'm the one that was counted out but now were mobile home rich
yea mobile home rich a way of life yea
Look who blew up out mobile home trap (Trap)
Mobile home... My mobile home.
My mobile home.
I take easy, small, and slow.
I hang around till its time to blow.
I take easy, small, and slow.
TV's dead
Ah, shoot up, shoot up, shoot up the station
TV's dead
Oh, never wanted it to roll away the stone
There's no road I've ever known
Never,
And furnish me with tape,
But deep inside my heart
I know I can't escape.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis
Yo Martin P Babylon is just a song
Dont follow me
hey yo
I'm in my stoner mobile I'm in my stonner mobile
Batman and Robin ain't got shit on me Hey
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