Lyrics:
She's got a list o' passengers that's pretty big
And they'll all want lifts to Brown's Hotel
'Cause lots o' them been travelin' for quite a spell
All
She's got a list o' passengers that's pretty big
And they'll all want lifts to Brown's Hotel
'Cause lots o' them been travelin' for quite a spell
All
ridin twenties baby, catch the passenger seat
Mezzantine on my neck, princess cut on my teeth
Let you lay on satin sheets, lingerie from Chanel
Mashed
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could,
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could,
to Donald Duck
And next time you pull me over Ima bump this thing
Ima roll my window down and I swear I'll sing
Mr. Officer Mr. Officer
Please take
everybody meet Mr. Me Too
Been two years, like I was paddy wagon cruisin'
The streets was yours, you're dunce cappin' and kazooin'
I was just assumin'
Rollin’ in a broken Mit'subishi with no AC
And a couple stolen TV’s and
A seatbelt for my safety play the passenger
I think it’s five years after
Well, thank you, Mr. Jitters.
Thank you, mister jitters.
The official soviet newspaper said, the temple members have protested the mindless arms
rest til they let us go
Roll down the window betrayed by my kinfolks
This for my people never treated equal
Why don't you roll down the window I just
The time has come I'm gonna cast my spell
You see standing by the window waiting for you to show
I know that's why I call you Mr. 12 double O
Got me covered
ridin twenties baby, catch the passenger seat
Mezzantine on my neck, princess cut on my teeth
Let you lay on satin sheets, lingerie from Chanel
Mashed
everybody meet Mr. Me Too
Been two years, like I was paddy wagon cruisin'
The streets was yours, you're dunce cappin' and kazooin'
I was just assumin'
my ear and my toothpaste was smeared.
Opened my window,
They had written my name.
Both: Said so long, we'll see you again.
(Chorus)
Both: Hey Mr
into my craft I am blessed
Hop in my whip I sing tunes to my God
Windows rolled down
That's the mood with my God
Holy Spirit on my passenger seat
I talk
wanna do is cry
And as you're driving through the night
I'm on the passenger side
Waiting for my chance to jump out the window
And even through it all
The lightning express from the depot so grand
Had started out on its way
All of the passengers that gathered on board
Seemed to be happy and gay
I can roll half a quarter in a 1.5
Smoke it to the head and feel just fine
I can drink a fifth of whiskey by myself in a night
Then chase it with
bump
And your windows cracked low to profile and front
Now I like to have nice things just like you
But I'm from Brooklyn, certain shit you just don't
All their windows were dark
And no one knew he was there
All the Whos were all dreaming
Sweet dreams without care
You're a mean one, Mr grinch
You
Bitch, I was bad to the bone
Drove a beater that you couldn't roll the windows up
But the rims were chrome
Flat broke, just a bunch of assholes
Tryna
fall
Watch me continue to deck the halls
It was a White Christmas after all
Mr and Mrs. Claus has seen it all
Look out the window, watch the snow fall
for them all
And by the model of my vehicle you know that I ball
A 92 but 91 the year that Tyler was spawned
And if I crash in the woods then I'mma
seat, expecting to see you
But all i find is the ocean out the window
With no music for me to sing to
Cause nothing sounds the same without you by my side
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