Lyrics:
[Pedro lives out of the wilshire hotel
He looks out a window without glass
The walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet
His father beats
of birds.
Circled by swallows
In a world for the weary.
Courted by warblers; wicked and eloquent trilling.
Lie in the stillness, window cracked open.
on a mission, Choppers by the windows
See the silhouettes
Just like I'm heading fishing
Pay your rent or meet your soul's eviction
Greet the reaper
Deliver death
money is what we on
Ridin' drop-top in the winter with the heat on
Bad yellow bitch keep my passenger seat warm
Leg hanging out the window, you ain't
money is what we on
Ridin' drop-top in the winter with the heat on
Bad yellow bitch keep my passenger seat warm
Leg hanging out the window, you ain't
Looking out the window trying to figure out
What I didn't do
Gazing at the skies
Wondering how the time flies by
Thinking about the way I fought
There's no turning back, guiding units broke and cracked
We will never win this game
From pledges and bonds, our system of suns
locked down its vaulted
to the neighborhood
As we're walking there, my buddy and I get passed real slow by two cops in a squad car
Sure enough they pull a U-turn and stop us, asking us where
yourself belly-up
BOOM! Headshot!
But I'm not done by a longshot yet
A strapping handsome rogue
But I'd call ya drop-dead
I'll make myself a necklace out
screaming out sonnets with paper and pen
I think the darkness cracked something in me open
How could they not have noticed
Those adults were in charge
We'd like to ask now that all passengers please hold
Their breath, as we take you through an underwater hip hop extravaganza.
Now last night,
This Old Chevy
This old Chevy was a sight to see
When he bought it back in ‘63
Now the paint is worn, the passenger seat is torn
Safely stored in
passenger side
Singing songs from the 90s when we weren't even alive
With you, its different
Its you that I'm missing, right now, now, now, oh-woah-oh
Living
the car
On this dim lit drive in the passenger's seat
You take me to the places where you've lived and dreamed
Not a single place I'd rather be
Cause it's
way to go
So I come alone blown by the breezes
And every storm that shook the windows of my soul
I'm letting go to know what peace is
And for the first
Backrow passenger, and I got my Favorite window to stare
To daydream about how this city breeze might sway through your hair
And wonder if the promises we
Driving around
Just a ghost in the passenger seat
Gripping the wheel in search of
What's in front of me
I wanna live on as
Something you can
But you know the answer has been no (Nope)
I don't remember the last time I laid on my pillow
I stared out the window too long
I pull up Akimbo
Split
There's another sad movie
Playing outside my window
You're in my bed behind me
Can you tell me it's time to go
I lean my head on the cold glass
in the field
I'mma pick you off (Interception)
Still play the passenger
Acting like I'm Biggie
Smalls every time I look up
These niggas getting shook
other females out
I tell the bitch to beat it, take the scenic route
She retaliates by tryin' to leave the house
In an evening gown with her cleavage
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 to the Promised Land
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 to the Promised Land
homies kinda deep
Somking on a thai stick feeling kinda hight wit
Ya passenger seat occupied by a fly bitch
Rolling in ya lo-lo
Cut list all ya MCs
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