Lyrics:
You can call me crazy, say I'm insecure
But I don't want to be, just another girl
Strange, how you claim to tell the truth
When the passenger seat
chose I
I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye
Recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side
Sunlight streaks through the blinds
On the passenger side
It woke me up just in time
To see my life pass by
Right before my eyes
It's not skippin in
Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, but we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rollin' down to the sea
But
You look so good when you're with me
Selfies in the mirror from the passenger seat
I want no one else but you
No one else but you
No one else but you
I've always been so scared of falling in love
Now I got someone on my passenger, passenger
Feel alive, it feels like it's life till it ends
Stop
a mystery is just a mystery
when the tree bears it's leaves
or a passenger passes by
for a short moment I know this is true
but as soon as I speak all seems
I was out by myself in the graveyard
I was doing an interpretive dance
When I felt something heavy and pointed
Strike me in the back of the neck
The fish who keeps on swimming.
Is the first to chill upstream.
I want your fish right by me.
That's how it has to be.
The songs I sing they
in Winnebagos from the Everglades
Pulled over by the troopers in the mirror shades
The Caravan is sorry
The driver has a twenty and change
on the City of New Orleans,
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee.
Halfway home, and we'll be there by morning,
Through the Mississippi darkness, rolling
Smooth criminal skill
Locked in a human flesh shield
Watching niggas get rich beside me
Pushing a 5 B-Y me
Up in the passenger seat
But I see me as Hallie
to
Inner cities the rich won't move to
The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard
The opposite of how these concentration camps are
Low-income
The sea exits
But now the road is open to new hills so
Watch the windows pass the old ones by
The sea exits
Switching lanes without checking
the Atchison, Topeka & the Santa Fe
Here she comes (oooh)
Hey Jim you better get the rig (oooh)
She's got a list of passengers that's pretty big
And they'll all
the sidecar
On the passenger side
I don't want to be the sidecar
Watch the scenery go by
I'm going faster losing all control
The wheel it's shaking in my hands
On a highway
I watch the singing driver
On the speaker phone ?
He mouths the words he should sing
On a highway
Some pretty lilly passenger
Her toes
a way
Would they stay by the telephone late at night
Because the Japanese they know better
Than to throw this love away
And it seemed like the work
Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust
With wild imaginings that you can't discuss
Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace
Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust
With wild imaginings that you can't discuss
Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace
drive?
Suicide doors on the passenger side?
Do the windows roll down? do the doors lift high?
Do the car change colors when that bitch drive by?
I
By the time of the next traveling
The stack of bodies will be twice as high
Today's survivors sitting in the company of the rotten
The road home is
the window at everyone
I'm riding passenger to my parasite
I'm riding passenger to my parasite
You take the wheel I'll take the shotgun let's go for a ride
You
Kto jest mistrzem gadki
Wpierdalam się w taxi
Jadę nie wiadomo po co i gdzie
I'm the passenger
Followupy followupy
Na ścianie napisy Poppyn
Kto jest
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