Lyrics:
If you’re not bothered by genocide but your bothered by the three fucks in this song I promise we don’t get along don’t ask me to play
Heard
at night when she supposedly slept
Little white lies out the window she crept singing
Hold up! I like the way it sounds
Please Mr. DJ keep the record
on the window with wise-ass keys,
And they were driving out the lots in their Mercurys.
Green is like a boom to the what's dis non.
Diddy on dawn to the don
on the window with wise-ass keys,
And they were driving out the lots in their Mercurys.
Green is like a boom to the what's dis non.
Diddy on dawn to the don
on the window with wise-ass keys,
And they were driving out the lots in their Mercurys.
Green is like a boom to the what's dis non.
Diddy on dawn to the don
So, you sit by the window
As we just sit here and wait
All of the day
Through all these days
Thinking, wondering
MATTE
All the memories
Watch how
becoming much clearer,
that windows a mirror.
I see myself,
I'm not alone on this train of jewels and gold.
Passengers and passer-by,
strange sparkles in
bubbles just lookin' for trouble
When Mrs. Murphy moved the furniture.
Now she's got us by a big picture window
With a clear view of the Jersey bay far
I been lookin' out the window
Watchin' as the leaves change
Sittin' in my same chair
Lookin' through my same face
Runnin' through handles
With no
Mr. Brown lives in fear
Won't leave his house
Stands by the window, looks outside
A cold wind blows
Leaks through the window
He steps back, closes
It's a good day when there's green outside the window
It's a good day when the sun is shining through 'em
It's a good day when the wind whispers
You can catch me in an orange
Bandanna with a swagger elite
In a normal whip
Sittin in the passenger seat
And maybe you can roll with me
Cruisin down
frustrated I hate it found a woman in the
Dumpster body was mutilated
Bad dreams all up in my head no lie
Sometimes I got to take a sniff so I could get by
he's
Off of a fifth while he murder the masses
All the passengers look out the windows with
Fear in they eyes, they need a distraction
Crack a smile, it
the passenger seat
The future hangs by a thread Future stranger in my bed
I can’t keep it
I can’t keep him
I bite my lip and hold my tongue Lose my grip and carry
drive
There's no place I'd rather be
Than sitting in the passenger seat
Hand out the window making friends with the breeze
Waving at the world as we're
M16 taped underneath the front side of my passenger seat
I slide over the hood grab it and unload
Hit one the neck one in the head car stopped dead cold
Playin' their little crappy love songs by the fire
I learned solos by ear
And never on a Squire
We avoid those
Cop the black Strat with a Floyd Rose
old-head
Chant tunes by the Whispers
Same corner where I banged at with niggas
Cops drive by and grin on us
If they grabbed then
One of them nosy
ya Mr Sick is gonna get to creep
I gets to blastin' ass
Dip they bodies in the bag
I hope I
Get to lastin' in this game of cash
It's
and I don't quit
I get pushed to the limit, and yo that's it
Step by step, I put an end to your fun
Cause I'm the chosen one, yes me my son
A young kid
to leave this town?
And shouldn't widow Jones be told to keep her window shades a pulled completely down
Well Mr. Harper couldn't be here cause he stayed
any slow motherfucker that's in my lane
Overtake and wind the window down and fling a tinnie in their face
I don't abide by any law
Ignorin' every sign
the sound of the door is like a shot to the arm crack the window to let the smoke out
there's no one there, no one there
shut the door and I'll
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