Paroles The Light Company de The Cool Kids

Textes et Paroles de The Light Company

I'm in the best shape of my life..
Me rapping with these kids is like racing a bike
Against a man with one kick on until the lights flick on
They kick us out the party then give me my car keys
We come in peace we don't mean to cause you no harm cuz
But I can go off like an alarm does
If it comes to that
I trust you wouldn't do that
'cause I'm the new cat digging in cans in the alleyway
Fuck Simon you should do what Mikey say
And Mikey says about now you should be bobbing yo' head
About damn time too
Took fools all got damn day
To figure out the ill shit we be into
Take a step into my mental
Peep what I be thinkin' 'bout
People can deceive you if you leave 'em with your bank account
Wide open
Keep ya eyes open
And your wallet in your front pocket
Let's smoke the blunt still an option
Vanilla suede moccasins
They mocking 'em
They rocking imitations
When they duplicate the shit I be laced with it
The Dali Lama like two types can never rhyme alike
Vintages Northfaces on the faces of your favorites

Put your hands up in the air and
*Hold 'em up, hold 'em up*
Like you never cared nigga
*Roll it up, roll it up*
Fold it up
Put in your pocket, your wallet
Then bet a couple dollars that the party
keeps rocking

*Hold 'em up, hold 'em up*
*Roll it up, roll it up*

*Hold 'em up, hold 'em up*
*Roll it up, roll it up*

(Chuck)

I'm 'bout three feet taller then some deep water
Quarter, nickle, dime this assist to the line
The illest has a list you're not in it there's the line
He is I and I am him
This my main man Mikey
(What up)
I'm real nice try me if you want to
I be walking bulldogs to the party
in these new Flights
Tellin' sucka niggas what they can't do right now
Write down now a game plan
I'm cutting lights out
Putting fires out, in the Chevrolet truck
Don't put them hands down unless you pick me something up
Hurry up, call the barber up, get the sides faded up
(What else?)
The usual Cesar,
Then the neck gets tapered up
Sharper than the paper cuts
Paper up neighbor or sharper than the church suit Father's Day tailor
What the father say to the daughter
"Who pick me?"
He's ridiculous, but probably the best you've seen

Put your hands up in the air and
*Hold 'em up, hold 'em up*
Like you never cared nigga
*Roll it up, roll it up*
Fold it up
Put in your pocket, your wallet
Then bet a couple dollars that the party
keeps rocking



(Thanks to A.Miller for these lyrics)

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