Lyrics:
of this secret ride
And watch me do the thing cause you taught me how to drive
And every night you make me fly by your side
And through the stars
Oh oh
promising after
Drinks came around in constant rotation
Like vinyl on technics enjoying vibration
Amazing what two can encounter by chance
A late nite dance
forty-four
And he's still callin' man for a draw, let him know
When I see him, I'm gonna spin his jaw
Take man's Twix by force, send man shop by force
Your
bitin' (VVS)
Baguettes in my cuban, I got it by rocky (Baguettes in my cuban)
MPR, nigga, we don't want you to like us (MPR, nigga)
Swag two thumbs up,
with Ket
Just has one request
We've any wheelchair access
He's handicapped
Just let him in
Make that wheelchair spin
Everybody's out to get me,
down and leave you au naturale
Shoulda known by now that we wreck it
Cool, calm, collected
Till y'all disrespect it
Temperament of like an ill rotti
the boots I wanna ah-huh, ah-huh
Spin ride, I slide, you ride
Ha-ha, ha-ha [?]
Ha-ha, ha-ha
[Chorus]
And if you see my enemies, tell ‘em that I stand correct,
and hang loose
Lay hypnotized by the tube, horrific daily news
Ears ringing from eerie noises, empty vessels make the loudest
TV hosts invading living-rooms
pay?
You'll have questions with some top spin
And my answers may be lobs
But if you serve then I will volley
And we'll rally til it's folly
And I'll
Awaiting for the perfect time
to descend upon mankind
Yet we prance around like fools
dancing on the ledge
We do not know our time
is hanging by
longing for the past
The wheel is in spin, the die has been cast
Your bag's by the door so there's nothing I'd ask
The cage door is open and it's time
'em as a triple dare, I'll tie him to a swivel chair
I'on give 'em spins, ha ha, I'on give 'em greens and count dividends
Ask around by them D-Town
Down, the wax spin like merry go round
While I format the verbs and nouns through underground
Now what you're looking for you have found
So now bump
to bury 'em
But I chose to give a damn
And box for you like pictures on Instagram
Chose to respect what was built by both Kool and Bam
You know who I am,
searching
Down on the land
Catching the swirling wind the sailor sees
The rim of the land
The eagle's dancing wings create as weather
Spins out of hand
that's harder
Promatic is not 'a iminue spin off
We break women and men off
The City of Boom is really the news
Shit, now stick to yo' truths
Sick of these
another smash
I just hit em wit it a minute ago
On some exlusive promo to spin at the show
Twenty-five hundred heads waitin on Black Star
When J-Rocc
I was blinded by depression
I had lost all my sense of direction
But you, you heard my midnight calling
You stopped me when I was falling
Your
I'm the taker, you're the maker
Like a T-1-K I'm the new terminator
They came down to belong to the sound
Keep the S. L. spin, spinning 'round
Come count your trophies and stack em high,
It's funny how reality can pass you by
Little girl want to be as pretty as she can and she lives by
comes down
Reality's kicking me, knocking me right off my feet, as the sky spins round
We're waiting for changes
Rejected and dented
We're waiting
I'm the taker, you're the maker
Like a T-1-K I'm the new terminator
They came down to belong to the sound
Keep the S. L. spin, spinning 'round
the S. L. spin, spinning 'round and around.
Another question without an answer:
Who created the ultimate dancer?
Energy for you to devour.
Yeah,
on the outside
He got that soft skin on the inside
But when he come up from the streets and he all laid up with me,
He gon know I'm gon be by his side yeah
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