Work In Aurora Talking To The Dead by Jack Social Lyrics
I Use to get work in Aurora/
Hitting that a road like horror/
Everything black so you know it us/
I’m catching this light/
There’s no slowing up/
Wiping these curves like I’m water/
Hitting these turns like I’m water/
(2x) excuse me, sir what is that odor/
I use to get work in Aurora/
I promise you bro there’s no tour bus/
I got the spot hot and it’s full as fuck/
Not bell at the crib but they pulling up/
Swear this braggin shit a turn the lights out/
Turned wine chick into a icehouse/
Turned a clock clicker to go gettter/
Help a quiet chick get her nose biggеr/
You know nephew got it with the xans/
Shit, I might just hit him thе plan/
Put him on to the game/
Might fuck around and start a band/
I bet it’s some smoke in the morning/
I bet it’s some cut in the evening/
I bet it’s some face while I’m yawning/
I bet it’s some back while she leaving/
I still do not talk around people/
They should work up on that cause they see-threw/
Had the law looking/
Killer man juke em/
Get some tents on you/
Make em work for it/
Keep your mouth closed/
That’s why your girl trippin/
Need to think more/
Keep the world looking/
You don’t see all of these bands I got on me/
You don’t fuck with the bands I got on me?/
I Use to get work in Aurora/
Hitting that a road like horror/
Everything black so you know it us/
I’m catching this light/
There’s no slowing up/
Wiping these curves like I’m water/
Hitting these turns like I’m water/
Excuse me, sir what is that odor/
See I take a nap, do a xan dance/
Pour a cap, until it handstand/
Smoke the ground until the clouds move/
Watch your mouth and keep your thoughts cool/
If don’t like em why they round you/
Everything I’m in sound proof/
Hit these streets and treat it like a vegas strip/
Hit your main and treat it like a vegas strip/
After crossing geneva, feel mega rich/
I’m not talking no bands this Jamaican shit/
I know about 5 or six girls that’a take the risk/
I know 5 or six girls that a take your shit/
I done hit the bodega with reefer/
I swear that’s more than bass clouding my speakers/
(2x) I just made the store restock the liters/
I still know some workers that live in aurora/
No I can not say they name, because they still taking orders/
I just got a new connect that eat they P’s up in quarters/
I been talking to the dead/
They say Jack it’s time for slaughter/
Boy no bother/
(BREAD)
Hitting that a road like horror/
Everything black so you know it us/
I’m catching this light/
There’s no slowing up/
Wiping these curves like I’m water/
Hitting these turns like I’m water/
(2x) excuse me, sir what is that odor/
I use to get work in Aurora/
I promise you bro there’s no tour bus/
I got the spot hot and it’s full as fuck/
Not bell at the crib but they pulling up/
Swear this braggin shit a turn the lights out/
Turned wine chick into a icehouse/
Turned a clock clicker to go gettter/
Help a quiet chick get her nose biggеr/
You know nephew got it with the xans/
Shit, I might just hit him thе plan/
Put him on to the game/
Might fuck around and start a band/
I bet it’s some smoke in the morning/
I bet it’s some cut in the evening/
I bet it’s some face while I’m yawning/
I bet it’s some back while she leaving/
I still do not talk around people/
They should work up on that cause they see-threw/
Had the law looking/
Killer man juke em/
Get some tents on you/
Make em work for it/
Keep your mouth closed/
That’s why your girl trippin/
Need to think more/
Keep the world looking/
You don’t see all of these bands I got on me/
You don’t fuck with the bands I got on me?/
I Use to get work in Aurora/
Hitting that a road like horror/
Everything black so you know it us/
I’m catching this light/
There’s no slowing up/
Wiping these curves like I’m water/
Hitting these turns like I’m water/
Excuse me, sir what is that odor/
See I take a nap, do a xan dance/
Pour a cap, until it handstand/
Smoke the ground until the clouds move/
Watch your mouth and keep your thoughts cool/
If don’t like em why they round you/
Everything I’m in sound proof/
Hit these streets and treat it like a vegas strip/
Hit your main and treat it like a vegas strip/
After crossing geneva, feel mega rich/
I’m not talking no bands this Jamaican shit/
I know about 5 or six girls that’a take the risk/
I know 5 or six girls that a take your shit/
I done hit the bodega with reefer/
I swear that’s more than bass clouding my speakers/
(2x) I just made the store restock the liters/
I still know some workers that live in aurora/
No I can not say they name, because they still taking orders/
I just got a new connect that eat they P’s up in quarters/
I been talking to the dead/
They say Jack it’s time for slaughter/
Boy no bother/
(BREAD)