Lyrics:
Grabbing at the strings of time and a hollow line
Friction is cleansing the dust in the doorway
Hanging out in the green garden nightly
And the show
I'd kill the memories
But there are plenty
But with every passing day
There's a moment that slips away
My body's reeling
It's so unappealing
And for
more than all my teachers, aye
Pink slip, pink slip, pink slip, pink slip
Pink slip, pink slip, pink slip, uhh
Visa, yeah yeah
Chip on my visa, aye
Swipe
deuce coupe
You don't know what I
Little deuce coupe
Yeah
You don't know what i got
She's got a competition clutch with the four on the floor
clutch with the four on the floor
And she purrs like a kitten till the lake pipes roar
And if that ain't enough to make you flip your lid
There's one more
scramble in the clutch
But when I get down, it's third and inches threatenin to score
How you gonna tackle the topic when you suckers two hand touch
slip it, then I can't miss it
Ain't mention Sin and broke niggas, in the same sentence
Got the game twisted, mayne listen, say pimpin'
What you
of the rest
And ideas I've roamed
Then I saw a brilliant sign
And let it slip behind
And search again and
Find I'm blind
My thoughts they make
Slip downstairs for a secret lemonade drink
Lemonade drink
Sleep cures everything
Sleep cures, if it's deep enough
Sleep cures everything but
Clutch it tighter as you feel it slip away
Just 60 seconds to the airport
What an eternity
Hold it tight but it's already slipped away
crazy but she sure ain't fooled
She rides a bike like she rides a man
Just hold on tight and don't give a damn
Slip the clutch and gimme full
Falling even faster now as you slip away
I can see it in your eyes
And it's more than you can take
I whisper out to you as your reluctant to leave
Bitch I'm up in the mornin', caught a slip, grip up on 'em
At the red light through the windshield knocked out all his components
(Shoot em' up) in
Rap insomniac, fiend to catch a nigga snoozing
Slip the cardiac arrest me, exorcist Hip Hop possess me
Crunch a nigga like a Nestle, you know my STEEZ
system,
Next thing slip the key in the ignition,
Just listen,
To the way that you purr at me know you prefer the speed,
when the back starts dipping,
It’ll stop you going SPLAT!
Chorus Forces push and forces pull……
Verse 3 Well ‘FRICTION’ is another force;
It helps you get a grip!
Without it you
routine
Every slip you cover
Becomes more obscene
There's a certain taste to lies
It lingers on the tongue
I can't quite figure why
In all the songs I sung
You only want what you can’t kiss
Flirt with the edge of a cliff
I bet you think you’re so slick
Careful where you step, you might slip
Cuz if you
are raw,
Then you need to pull some more!
Imagine it’s a tug-of-war.
Heave-ho! Heave-ho!
Slip a disc with every stroke,
All the friction’s causing
the look on your face
Slip my tongue down on your legs
Non-stop baby
I savor your taste
Licking a ring around your rosary
And gripping your waist
Now
Well me nah cause friction
After you get the chop
Then me send you back and resume the mission
Resume the mission, resume the mission
Fast car and a fat
Broken Clouds all around
Lifting up or breaking down
Comprehension friction on to fight
Feels oh so wrong but I know it's alright
Alright
Without
Courtesy of inhibition
Be digging to deal with
While sitting
This friction in the smoke
Cooking up dinner
Slip into oblivion
I'm running with too much to go
help but think manajatwa
So where you from we represent Crenshaw
Where they bang by law, slip your jack in your car
Oh, and I'm Kelly and her name
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