Lyrics:
Vans oh what you can't see them
Let me cuff up my pants it would be nice if you can meet em
Catch em as I slide right by maybe 20s or 50 millimeters
I'm
baby
Sit back and kick up your feet, if you well please
I'll say please and thank you
Cherish you for all that you do
Reassure you're appreciated by me
A flurry of snow on September 29th
I think I have to go and get away for a little while
I wish I could go to Venice or Rome but for now I will make
At the bus stop you get it? Must not
Yeah i guess they never gon' get me
But it's all okay (We good)
Without the blues in they life
I guess it all go great
it down off in Venice
It's just the way that I move
The .40 got something to lose
Throw it got something to prove
Run up a check, fuck it up
cin't
Well, I've never seen Venice or slow danced under Paris lights
Never stood by the pyramids or hiked up the great divide
Well, I've never been
with the thoughts to rhyme
'Til there was no longer thoughts to dream
When an unpolished demo led to limos at the age of eighteen
Accompanied by
it, I could do it too all by myself
Sooner or later I made me some bangers, that's how I felt
Went from ball player to beats everyday, CDs on my shelf
again
Swooping swallows chased by violins again
Straafed by Strauss they sulk in crumbling eaves again
Oh God not again, not again
Apertifs consumed
again
Swooping swallows chased by violins again
Straafed by Strauss they sulk in crumbling eaves again
Oh God not again, not again
Apertifs consumed
again
Swooping swallows chased by violins again
Straafed by Strauss they sulk in crumbling eaves again
Oh God not again, not again
Apertifs consumed
it's a slaughter
Champagne corks are firing at the sun again
Swooping swallows chased by violins again
Straafed by strauss they sulk in crumbling
heartbreak shit turn me to a smoker
We was always on and off, but never over
Loving you is scary like the last day of October
Don't get me at my high
Just
Fuck a plug, I’m a grower, dnt fuck wit no cobras
Shit is getting scary, ain’t even October
Niggas jimmy carey, no mask you a joker
Keep a straight
We can't afford to live there
So we drive on past their marble and glass
Hoping that this blue collar town of ours
Won't ever lose its balls
I was
"We're not drug dealerswe're fundraisers"
Check 4, 54, 5 check, Check
Now when my cousin through
In that all-blue Kitted
They was ridin down Venice
Im counting dividends and fucking model bitches. And when I hit the switch the hoes is never trippin, They stop blow me some kisses so I blow nut
ladies too
Fuck the flesh remember this is spiritual
At the end just gon be individuals
Metaphysicals and no politicals
Just play by the rules and don't be
Anybody care for the truth
We've been sold lies
Roberto & Danny here to cleanse the filthy
In pursuit of that which is good and pure
Double H is in
on track
Shaq runnin' laps
And savages, dragons, black lungs and ash
In a cancerous craft that is fashioned by magic
And cracking the plastic
Fast ashing
and I saw those crystal, blue eyes
Piercing right through me, and those pearly white teeth as she opened her mouth
And i was ready to be hit by that
away this pain and stay on my steady way
The clock is ticking on
And it never stops
Making time fly by so fast
I can't catch up
But the feelings we hold
Well there's rows and rows of houses
Left to shuffle by
Crumbling through the fissures
In the morning sky
Full of broken dreams, empty hearts
What else is a poor boy supposed to do?
I emptied my wallet, my head and my shoes
Lord, I believe I've got the workingman's blues
I walk into the barber
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