Lyrics:
Going crazy in the club
Hard at home
You call it locomotion but I call it moving bones
They talkin' bout the finer things
But we ain't listening
the nights got dark and lonely
It kind of confused me
All these people, the poets and preachers
Who tried to convince me
Of their right and wrong
And somehow
had the matrix of the 516 in my jeans
So I sided with my funk to bring my second on call
For me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804
It's time to die
Yo! Yo!
It's outbred disease, grown immune to fire
They stamp down the dead while the buildings get higher
You call me a taxi
I'll
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Her arm around me
Ooh, ooh-ooh
We sang quietly
Grandma, and me and Bob Marley
So baby when that sun ain't shining you can call on me
Girl I know you one of the few who
Bob and weave she been tried and true too
Bitches be lessons and you a blessing
And I heard that ya stressing so
me every place
First one sleeps inside his bed
Place my fingers on his head
To each temple push and smother
Till my fingers touch each other
Next one
like i'm burning at the stake
Drinking for the sake of drinking
Call me a taxi i'm done, sick of being the lairy one
Hits like a Gatling Gun
Call me
the latest flows and the latest tones from Generation X
Y'all chasing relevance, it's evidenced by the way you step
As for me, I cook so masterfully, ain't
call us hotheads? I'd
Say we're dead shots
No, you won't get far when
You're held up by Deadlock
Everybody needs a family - mine
Is ride or die even when
regular bitch
Im the pretty young thang from the six
When i call up my niggas they come with the stick
And it's never a time i've been punked by a bitch
I
brought me here then you must want mine
Now we're making gold halos out of street light
If there was a moment I could call mine
If you brought me here then
call me the chiropractor
Working like Muay Thai class, get perspire out ya
And of course I've been the boss since back when
Rocking D Boy, Fila velour
come Bob Sinclair
Fuck and peace
Uso il doppio finger
Testa muovila fra come Skrillex
Sulla base lame prod by Gillette
Fanno bene a dirci apatici,
an escape (He got caught by the feds)
Just sent my momma some lobster and steak (Momma good know she fed)
Hoe asked me for bread so I sent her a cake (Yeah
coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
friends to call me I need all your referrals
And all your repeat business brother soon as somethings getting a low
I'll just pull you down a fresh box
went in, then we sat down start kissing, caressing
Told me about Jacuzzi, sounded interesting
So we jumped right in
All calls diverted to answer phone
Reverend of The First Presleytarian Church Of Elvis The Divine.
If you see me standing on the corner, money in mah hand
I ain't waiting for no taxi
the message will
Make you feel better
They're reading the letters
There's Bob and there's Larry
They work well together
They get kinda meta
They're kind
bitch
Make-up on my pillows make me mad bitch
Without no make up I see that bitch as just average
Uber, Uber, Uber, Uber, Taxi!
Looking at my Rollie I got
Taxi driver took my two bags
He saw me looking at my watch
He said, you won't need that here cause time disappears
In paradise there ain't no clocks
and that's what I call home
Headin' out to Billy Bob then hit Louisianan
Take off to Arkansas so I can spill some country grammar
Run out to Kansas city
Paint the picture perfect, next Bob Ross, and I tell no cap
Some might call me whack, but they don't listen, how they know that?
But their girl in my DM's
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