Lyrics:
Bombay say
Is guaranteed to make your day
So OOPS upside your head
I like Club Med hangin' out with the dreads
And girl if you ain't got a germ
I
that Dr. Bombay say
Is guaranteed to make your day
So "oops" upside your head
I like Club Med hangin' out with the dreads
And girl if you ain't got
alive
But I only like dead rappers
Compare me to the best rappers who died
And you rappers I used to look up to
I gotta cancel you now
Like Simon
sentences me;
So now go where you're supposed to be,
And give up your Devi Desi.
I's paraded on through the choke
When my leg irons broke,
And my bicycle
Fly with me, come slide With me, got my fam mike J ride with me, you can't Handle that so you better Cancel that, you can't Handle that so you better
green and nicotine and Krayzie off that Syn
Me and Wish just got to the club, and man they better let us in
Cause we got cheese to spend, and I know they
And the stones in the road
Shone like diamonds in the dust
And then a voice called to us
To make our way back home
When I was ten my father held me
On his
held me
On his shoulders above the crowd
To see a train draped in mourning
Pass slowly through our town
His widow kneeled with all her children
and animals two by two
Give me the needle
Give me the rope
We're going to melt them down for pills and soap
Four and twenty crowbars, jemmy your desire
Out
And the stones in the road
Shone like diamonds in the dust
And then a voice called to us
To make our way back home
When I was ten my father held me
On his
And the stones in the road
Shone like diamonds in the dust
And then a voice called to us
To make our way back home
When I was ten my father held me
On his
loot boxes to kids to gamble
Whose Ku Klux Klan's fan club
Has just been found, fool
They ought to know better
They just brought about their own downfall
this love thick and through
Grey skies but I got to see it through
Cancel everybody out it's just me and you
To my right
Treat you right
Reassure your
Got to hit the club
Got to hit the club
Got to hit the club
Got to hit the club
Got to hit the club all the whores is wilding
Make it rain we popping
to Chanel and spend it
Hand me that bombay, I'll show you what to do with some gin
Every time I blow a mil I bring two of them in
I already changed the game
they'll cancel me on Twitter man
(Ok but I'm not famous yet)
Want to buy me a Corvette
(Yeah but I'm not famous yet)
Have my own section at the club
(Man
Yuh yuh
Ooo yeaa
Yuh yuh yuh yuh let's get it
Yuh yuh aye
Mhm mhm
This girl ride me like a bicycle
On my wrist it look like an icicle
I'm done I take
chip shop
Id like to give a big fcuking 'Yo' to fcuking Bombay Bicycle Club
But mostly Id like to big up the Slow Boat
Cuz its a right good laugh when
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
but tonight I'm bout to pour a glass (pour it)
On my bicycle rollin up the cul de sac
I realized I'm the only person that could me back
I was rolling
the club, wit top models may swallow for a thug
But she likes me but she dont eff wit rappers
My real close Niggas all swear by the gang sign
And if ya can't
Friday
Get me down and come to his place, cancel me by midday
It tick tocks like clockwork, tip top at the iceberg
I do this cause I'm lonely, wish
don't like school
But I gotta grind
That's cuz the struggles
Got me in a bind
Staying sane
By rolling up a strain
Smoking is life
We smoking in
the house
And you gon' have to pay me homie, I'm not leavin' this couch
Baby it's cold outside, we just sittin' by the fire
While the little duns is playing
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