Black Car by Fyre Lyrics
[Mxlplx]
Irrelevant elephants in purple
Dancing in circles
I'm laughing like 'cackee'
Dry heaving, my tongue is bleeding
Whatever, but the weather is shitty
When it hits me in the city
Dirty and twisted
Lifted like birds we get simplistic
In worlds that are realistic
Catch this dropkick if you can't stop, quit
Before you pop
Barracuda to Bermuda's hottest spot
[Young G]
Smokey in the studio, analog from digital
Broken through the show, invoking what I know
Forgotten where to go
Buried in my soul
Barely let me go
Smoke 3 to 4 more, that's what I'm herе for
Inciting those who fear more
Riding whilе the Sun pull
Feeling tall off a ziplock bag in a trip to the liquor store
Emanating at the core grown down the shore
Fifteen times of shifting lines can lead to old designs
Grind to my facts
Dealing more than Syntax
To get stacks
Tapes out the DAT to make CDs and Wax
[Swank]
And this is when it gets crazy, you know?
You making yo motherfucking music and you don't know what the fuck is going on!
And niggas smoking everyday clocking any shit, and see the same bitch!
The bitch tell you that she love you but what the fuck does that mean, nigga where you at?
Where you standing, nigga? All them bills you paying
Nigga, what you planning? I'll be right here nigga, everybody be right there, nigga
Somewhere, a motherfucker be falling
Niggas be walking around kind, you don't know what's going on
You do the same thing every motherfucking day, you might as well be gone
Nigga, everyday: come along, girls go there, sit there, and leave and find another nigga to passenger seat
Right there talking to a billion dreams
And it's all gone, lollipops at the bus stop, and bitches-
Irrelevant elephants in purple
Dancing in circles
I'm laughing like 'cackee'
Dry heaving, my tongue is bleeding
Whatever, but the weather is shitty
When it hits me in the city
Dirty and twisted
Lifted like birds we get simplistic
In worlds that are realistic
Catch this dropkick if you can't stop, quit
Before you pop
Barracuda to Bermuda's hottest spot
[Young G]
Smokey in the studio, analog from digital
Broken through the show, invoking what I know
Forgotten where to go
Buried in my soul
Barely let me go
Smoke 3 to 4 more, that's what I'm herе for
Inciting those who fear more
Riding whilе the Sun pull
Feeling tall off a ziplock bag in a trip to the liquor store
Emanating at the core grown down the shore
Fifteen times of shifting lines can lead to old designs
Grind to my facts
Dealing more than Syntax
To get stacks
Tapes out the DAT to make CDs and Wax
[Swank]
And this is when it gets crazy, you know?
You making yo motherfucking music and you don't know what the fuck is going on!
And niggas smoking everyday clocking any shit, and see the same bitch!
The bitch tell you that she love you but what the fuck does that mean, nigga where you at?
Where you standing, nigga? All them bills you paying
Nigga, what you planning? I'll be right here nigga, everybody be right there, nigga
Somewhere, a motherfucker be falling
Niggas be walking around kind, you don't know what's going on
You do the same thing every motherfucking day, you might as well be gone
Nigga, everyday: come along, girls go there, sit there, and leave and find another nigga to passenger seat
Right there talking to a billion dreams
And it's all gone, lollipops at the bus stop, and bitches-