Lyrics:
Blame yourself it's easier
There's no need to trouble her you trouble her
Jesus in a camper van he said sorry to
Leave you but I've done all I can
I
back
And later that day we land at JFK
This trip's been long overdue
Buy an old camper van and head for San Fran
Just me and Dylan and you
From New York
Told mama
Mama i`m grown now
Fck those feelings
Cuz i`m bold
Light up my jay
Just Likka a solar
Smoke that weed
Cuz manh na sober
Told mama
Mama im
my clique, homie, I'm cockin' hammers
You pop out my lane, doggie, I drive a van and slam into your Phantom
Take a can of paint and vandalize your
all traveled on in a purple camper van,
With Las Vegas or bust as their fame and fortune plan,
With one of them material,
One of them spiritual,
And two
The week's been long, time card's awaitin'
Camper's loaded, sun light's fadin'
Find a spot out where the stars do shine
Black tank's empty, fridge is
solar-powered camper van
Won a huge settlement, working part-time for fulfillment on a small commitment
On the third dimension, her beautiful smile and slim
committee galavant
Passport not accepted
It's a London City travel ban
Dystopian future like Amazon's camper vans
Merely an apprentice to the
Corporate
Yo any time of night (We travel)
Just put us on the road (We travel)
If it's, coupe, sedan, or the back of the van
Just let us know the plan (We
entertainers
Like aerobics victims
Hybrid people
Light a wooded matchstick
Toxic fumes
And the burning plastic
Beats are broken
Bones are spastic
entertainers
Like aerobics victims
Hybrid people
Light a wooded matchstick
Toxic fumes and the
Burning plastic
Beats are broken
Bones are spastic
Boom
Campervan Song
Let’s have another drink, one for the road
We’ve still got so many miles to go
So pack up the van and let’s head out you know
It’s
your knuckles turning white
Reading from your faulty powered campers light you could murder a cup of tea
But there's no cheer in this tin horn home
the distant future like this what we about to do
Pay off the bills and save up for the camper van
Move out to Colorado in the mountains become a dad
Treat my
My tank ain't on E, but I'm sorry for spending that money and lyin' bout where it all went
Didn't want you to see me like that
2x World Champ, light
new brake pads
We in the hood like black soap and dollar vans
My CD's in 3-D, holograms
The future, y'all need to holla man
The live show's a hard
Because lives gone in a
Flash with the click click and the kids
Hit where the street light im a rap
God the elite type you a rap
Fraud when you speak I
on the loop
Man my power through the roof like it's solar
I got the theater pedigree and I don't wear it
Shot that Sneakerella in my hood, now I'm embarrassed
I been moving faster from the light
I been loosing anger for the fight
I been feeling nauseous
All alone since 9am
I'm stuck at home in spite
Me and Lupe Fiasco, Hollywood, California
Palm trees, Hollywood lights
Enjoy the show
Before we take it back, I need everybody in the building
Okay so I'm chilling laid back in my mind right
With a vision of the money and the lime light
Think I'm on the right path yeah I'm fine right
Guess
thugs, who scheme to survive
And all in between, scream "Fuck a 9 to 5"
[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
In the bright lights, the big city
The thieves stay
We was on the grind straight from the start
I’m the only light shinin’ in the dark
I show ‘em who we is, I show ‘em who we are
I knock it out
luchar!
You are made out of light!
Solos en este planeta
flotando en cuarentena en el medio del sistema solar
falta un tiempo para salir de aca.
Ya lo
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