Lyrics:
empty words
I have heard some better work
Like Wonderwall by Gallagher
This life is a ride but where passengers like
Maybe
You don't wanna figure it
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
rolls up in the caddy,
It's about that time to go roasts and vogue,
I'ma go on the passenger side, fuckin' with every last hoe,
Nigga Russ was up in
to take her wedding band
Now everybody's in shock, and I'm walking past
the scared ass passengers with the nine millimeter cocked
Lookin' for who
In the little town of Candor in the last year of my youth
I learned the final lesson of the levels to the truth
My father was a farmer he'd go
enough to be with it.
All in fun and games and keeping it cool,
But my, my, when you're kicking it, time flys by;
'Cause every hour's a minute,
enough to be with it
All in fun and games and keeping it cool
But my my, when you're kicking it, time flys by
Cause every hour's a minute, and every
thug pussy, bitch!
She shot her last man in the neck (Uh)
Somethin' 'bout his little dick
Wouldn't get erect, he he!
I likes that about her (Thug bitch)
like a Shake Shack
Pictures on my Snapchat, that's all I got about last night
All I know is shit was goddamn tight (ayy)
Went to America, shit is
and a Porsche by the lakeshore
All paid for it's what I'm made for
Riding on my skateboard
Tryna make more
Like a bank job tryna take score
Need a house
the night with you
Climb on in to the passenger side
Take seat for the rest of our lives
Don't mind the traffic, its passing us by
It's cool cause when I'm
the same when you're not by my side
Moving so fast I wasn't looking back
With you everything feels different like it's our last
Day on earth to enjoy
won’t see the lights in the passenger cars
Or pictures in the window frames
And you won’t hear them shouting all aboard
Last call for the St. John’s train
I woke up in car at night, passenger side
With an invisible driver going 111 miles per hour down an empty highway
Except, it wasn't as empty as I
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
yet
Pour you a shot baby right from my flask
A real country boy will always give you his last
I was born with a shotgun in my hand
I was raised up by
Last night I saw you again
I couldn't believe my eyes
You were in a car, on the passenger's side
I saw the corner of your eye from where you saw
ain't no resuscitation
'Cause he done got knocked off point blank range
It's a crisis the way niggas'll pull up or shoot
Last week, the streets just
glow in me
It's the manic, run the point like Mike Bibby
The son of Henry, with the last minute entry
Y'all hangin on my balls, tea-baggin like Tetley
Bitterness of blood overwhelming
Helpless, paralyzed in a hell that's built for me
Blinded by winding screws now he can't see
My dark passenger in
Press your lips to your pain for the last time
They'll be gone by sunrise
You resign yourself to failure
As your room becomes a ditch
You blame it
fifty feet high
I seen a passenger pigeon flying by I spit on the ground and he shit in my eye I said
Mister Frog you gotta make this stop he said
Lick my
I’m just a passenger
I watch my life pass by
It’s not very much fun anymore
Still, here I am every night
(EVERY Goddamn NIGHT)
Shotgun, death
I press my nose against the window
I'm green with envy as this world goes rushing by
Last chance to change this scene - last chance to self-redeem
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