Lyrics:
a little girly oh
Bimbo, is a little boy
Who's got a million friends
And every time he passes by
They all invite him in
He'll clap his hands
And sing
them 3, to come up here wit me
So I can put em where they 'pose to be
One at the head, one in the middle
And one down by my feet, she keep ticklin'
leave when i wanted and I never got caught
Sleeping out on the field
In the back of my truck
Breaking into the bars
Steal the beer and getting
now my world it don't seem right
Can we just go back to being us again?
'Cause when I'm sitting in the bar
All the lovers with umbrellas always
talk too loud, now button your lip"
Shanghaid, Shanghaid
Been locked up and Shanghaid
Shanghaid, Shanghaid
Been locked up and Shanghaid
Sitting in
what they thought was in
Keep coming back
To that empty bed
Thoughts spinning round
All in my head
Just me and you
Sittin side by side
Parked on the levy
you Head Nigga in charge
I'm in the Rolls listening to the bars
Leaned back wit a chick smoking on cigars
From Bogota, Colombia, chicks from Panama
favorite female
Artist with no draws
I'm sitting with gas water by
The fireplace getting jerked off
Many have one night of my fantasy
But they cry when they
By the open fireplace in my favourite dungarees,
Played a few bars of a melody and it sounded sweet to me.
Thought i get up and take a look around
shutdown
Ring-ring pussy it's shutdown (hey)
Fashion week and it's shutdown
Went to the show sitting in the front row
In a black tracksuit and it's
he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by the bar saying
"Everybody drink, the best champagne
It's all on me"
Snitch in the back of the police car
can't be stopped when I'm in the booth I just may be
A little bit addicted when I lay these
Bars I fucked these beats up so bad my producer is tay Keith
Zoney
On my forty-two inch Sony
This is just a long song
It ain't no poem
Leave the lights on till your baby gets home
It's like sitting in
to your life
I'm in this Ghost gettin' throat at this light
We ain't the same, nigga, your ticket's by the lights
I'm wipin' sweat off my Fendi at this
seventeen
And I know that I wasn't wasting breath or words
'Cause I look at her and I'm pretty sure ya heard
This old guitar, dad played in bars
As soon
Let me tell you about a girl I know
She had a drink about an hour ago
Sitting in a corner by herself in a bar in downtown hell
She heard a noise
Let me tell you about a girl I know
She had a drink about an hour ago
Sitting in a corner by herself in a bar in downtown hell
She heard a noise
Don't ever call me again
Cause it will be in vain
Sitting at the same bar
Wearing the same clothes
Different girl by your side
Did you think you would
that I'm just getting by
can't, go on like this
Knowing that I'm just getting by
When I wake up around 10 in the morning
Feeling crazy, feeling
Hands in the sky and just rock with us
Uh huh
Put your hands real high and just rock with us, yeah
Can you feel it now
Uh
We back
Krispy Keith
and a girl
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl
You must spread the word of the master teacher
Or you die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat ya
There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing
back by popular demand and shit
Niggaz want the crown but can't handle it
This rap game's getting scandalous
I done lost my best friend in Los Angeles
and a girl
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl
You must spread the word of the master teacher
Or you die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat ya
Discuss these sitting in the bar by bryan keith Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In