Lyrics:
naked at the Hilton with a bitch that look like Seal's cousin
Bite the eel by the dozen
(Got to take it for the team)
Bite the eel by the dozen
Pump
black to tan, heavy-metal rhythm from a one man band
Bust my knuckles in a junkyard scuffle
Whippin' adversaries with a brass belt buckle
Born in
band my money I just hope it never fold
Monkey on my back I carry heavy loads
I can make my profits just by staring at my phone
We don't use no pads I
raised by Luke, so go and raise the roof (raise the roof)
I stay clean like a fresh triple beam
And in '93, it was all a dream
Brass monkey, that ass
trying to change up
My lane n' shit
But I'm Ghost
It can be the lamest shit
By the same old kid
But you niggas still ain't the shit
So I'm gonna get some
eyes
But when he is told he says what's this I hear
Travel 50 flamin' miles to a pub with no beer
It's lonesome away, from your kindred and all
By
Vestiges were once new
Abandoned places
Echoing with our sighs
But when tomorrow comes
It takes over all lives
Reflection of time
Perfume of Love
Reflection
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
C'mon now
I do not care what the hell they do
Living in margins that's no way to move
So you wanna go roll with me
Just know that we gone be
Classy
go
Controlled by these ghost
We tryna make a lotta dough
If you try to stop us
Then you'll get burnt like some toast
Brass shells send you down below
With Loki DMS,
J..Johnny to my left
Got phantom and the rest
Who are down to rep the west ,
I grew up on by drive by's and LA gang signs
So what the fuck
the forth of July
Watch your man he getting Outta hand tryenna flex with a band
I bet that’s all he has
breaking shit up like glass
Skin so shiny like brass
standing on blocks
Day by day, just getting by
Now some compare me to greatness
I only fuck with boujee bitches
If she boring replace it
I make tomorrow seem
diamonds got' bust out the room
I'm fuckin' up commas they say it's a problem
I only fix it if I choose
Hunned bands on my shoes
Hunned bands on a coupe
Tell me what I'm thinking
Tell me what to do
Always got me drinking
When we with the crew
Grab you by the hand babe
I'll get close to you
Tell me
to you and yours
My name is Ad-Rock, I'm from the B-boys
I go by the sign of, umm Scorpio
You know I rock ya' body in stere-ereo
Been down with
favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested on the radio
Tell the DJ spin it on the mix show
Make a brother feel
Designer shoes, they match with the belt
So many jewels, they losing they breath
Tesla on cruise, it drive and accel'
Don't need no help, I got it by myself
make her your wife
Or you'll be stuck here in this mud all of your life
Will the water roll it all way this secret that I hold
Will the water roll
got brass till the gun pow
Better gaurd your girl swag leave her dumb found
Chief Keef smoke grass by the dumb pile
Need to get cash talking money by
and laugh as i spark the flint
Cause I'm here to set this bitch on fire, like a red head
I'm burning it up every day, like a dead head
I started out in rock n
of wine cuisine song southern hospitality
The big easy cajun creole the brass bands the marching bands
New Orleans jazz dixieland
Ragtime Sidney Bechet
the whole facilitation
All by way of mouthpiece just by my manipulation
I can make it look like I'm at my best when I'm at my worst
Persuade the broad to put
on Sepulveda
Anointed players who coin phrases, that's metal paper
Level layers, several shades of grey, submission for it
Milf lover under silk covers who
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