Lyrics:
different to me
Well how do they open
Like ninety degrees
And how many windows
Too many to see
Mrs. jones
Hmm, I got a question
(How do you feel)
How do you
later
I'm Mr. motherfucker Mr. moneymaker
I'm Mr. make your bitches day by how I break her
Get this bitch up off me, get this bitch up off me
Get this
The black bone is on the table
You think it could be Dad
It could be anyone you care about
Looking out by the window
The sky has turned to black
a Cuban cigar
Sittin' by the tree in your neighbor's yard
Or outside of town where the wild things are
Just tell me where to park, tell me where to park
around
We were waving our arms out the window
Of a fast moving passenger train
Acting in an irresponsible fashion
Until the engineer whose back had
the trip to the Promised Land
Casey Jones climbed in the cabin Casey Jones orders in his hand
Casey Jones leanin' out the window taking a trip
conquer
Chocolate seats Willy Wonka
Passenger Pretty Woman
Direct a fact bring your compass
You bringing Carson you bringing Compton
Y'all bring
Too many times I done been hated on, by 5-0
Fuck your badge, I wish all of you bitches would die slow
I'm just trying to survive hoe, and feed my
Too many times I done been hated on, by 5-0
Fuck your badge, I wish all of you bitches would die slow
I'm just trying to survive hoe, and feed my
sleep at night?
The country is on fire
You can see the flames from your white window burning bright
How do you sit so cowardly by
Tweet from the comfort
This is a lonely train
It's taking me from you
All the seats are saved
None of them are used
A Passenger walks by
Another waves goodbye
It seems like
the passenger door
And I rolled through the gravel and glass on the road
Start to hike up the ten at a rest stop alone
Is a brown station wagon and a family
far away
I'm feelin lost in her gaze
Till the dawn we go'n stay
I ain't get lost in a minute now
Fly right by in a plane
Surfin on my own wave
Searching
I loved it when you sang with the stereo
Time ticking by the sign of vertigo
Always turned the heat on cause you never wore your jacket
Always made
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Wet roads
Glisten as I drive by
Locked in
I knew loving you
Wasn't gonna be my typical
Drive by
High by
The fragrance on your neck
Smoking bogeys
a nympho
Bitch make a trick lay down like a kick door
Big hemp rolled full of indo
You can smell it when you walk by a nigga window
Don't walk up to my
witnessing me blow up
Like seeing a tank of gas explode
And I'm, I'm high like a flight I'm sitting back of coach
By the window sipping Jack and Cokes
Well the window's open
Don't know what I'm going to do about that
I think I know where this is going
Should have thought about where my mind is
sill
Tryna figure how the winds so still
Figure how the window feel
Foot on the gas, make it last feel that blast
Oh we, get blinded by movies
Lakers up by 10 and I need
Some more ice in my shit literally
And I know a lot of dimes, they a handful
That's why players on the
Sidelines can't
the passenger seat
And I'm letting go
Of control
I'm going with the flow
And following the pull of the world
As its passin me by
I'm staring out the window
with a country song on the radio
With a hand to hold, everybody knows
I'd be blaring out my windows, I ain't gonna tiptoe
Play that music loud
should be
Everything these women think they seem to be
Every king needs his queen right by his side
It's just us against the world baby you and I
You are
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