Pontivus by Travis Wayne Lyrics
I was raised on some Dre shit
Bay shit, La shit
Just to list a couple favorites
Everywhere I walk is sacred
A reaper from the grave shift
Ill get on stage and say you ain't shit
They say that gangstas move in silence
Which is funny cuz I'm quiet
What street I come from? G
You down to ride? cuz I'm down to drive
Bonnie Clyde, hand on thighs
Visualize and see
Riding dirty- Need to wash my car
Got a handful of prescription
One's to help me when I'm subpar
One's to help me pay attention
At what point will I be appointed to rehab
And they classify it as addiction?
Excuse me, Um, Erica? I asked you a question
Dear John, with every letter I write there's a message
I know with gains come losses some of the truest blessins be lessons
Dear god, your book of quotes is a hoax, a facade, a Miraj, an illusion of heaven
Dear Trav, focus some other direction
Quit with the guessing bullshit
Stop attacking the pulpit
We get it it's cultish, outright repulsive, probably laundering money
Said switch up the flow, count the syllables and get with the rapids
Celibacy nobody fucking with Travis
Chorus:
They say that gangstas move in silence which is funny cuz I'm quiet
What street I come from, G
I don't speak a lot, I peep a lot, and think a lot
Keeping to myself is all I know to be
I'm a fly purple reefer chiefer, solo
I'm a fly purple reefer chiefer, solo
Verse 2:
Pontivus Pilot, fly it like its a modern day Jetson
Midlife crisis, that's a gawd damn vette, son
Plate it Ralph and fuckin wreck one
The best has yet to come, I just need a few more strokes
Like my live shows could use a few more folks, its personal
Heaven Is merciful
Sticks n stones break your bones, these words will cut you surgical-ly
I'll burn the house down, you're out the kitchen, can't stand the heat
I'm upstairs chillin, I told you I'm four hundred degrees
Deathstroke with the pencil
Playing hangman with your life, every letter I write is making you choke
You'll need a new throat
Stick n move with punch lines, you'll need a new joke
Like an addict that is fresh out of cigs I could use some new smoke
Chorus:
They say that gangstas move in silence which is funny cuz I'm quiet
What street I come from, G
I don't speak a lot, I peep a lot, and think a lot
Keeping to myself is all I know to be
I'm a fly purple reefer chiefer, solo
I'm a fly purple reefer chiefer, solo
Bay shit, La shit
Just to list a couple favorites
Everywhere I walk is sacred
A reaper from the grave shift
Ill get on stage and say you ain't shit
They say that gangstas move in silence
Which is funny cuz I'm quiet
What street I come from? G
You down to ride? cuz I'm down to drive
Bonnie Clyde, hand on thighs
Visualize and see
Riding dirty- Need to wash my car
Got a handful of prescription
One's to help me when I'm subpar
One's to help me pay attention
At what point will I be appointed to rehab
And they classify it as addiction?
Excuse me, Um, Erica? I asked you a question
Dear John, with every letter I write there's a message
I know with gains come losses some of the truest blessins be lessons
Dear god, your book of quotes is a hoax, a facade, a Miraj, an illusion of heaven
Dear Trav, focus some other direction
Quit with the guessing bullshit
Stop attacking the pulpit
We get it it's cultish, outright repulsive, probably laundering money
Said switch up the flow, count the syllables and get with the rapids
Celibacy nobody fucking with Travis
Chorus:
They say that gangstas move in silence which is funny cuz I'm quiet
What street I come from, G
I don't speak a lot, I peep a lot, and think a lot
Keeping to myself is all I know to be
I'm a fly purple reefer chiefer, solo
I'm a fly purple reefer chiefer, solo
Verse 2:
Pontivus Pilot, fly it like its a modern day Jetson
Midlife crisis, that's a gawd damn vette, son
Plate it Ralph and fuckin wreck one
The best has yet to come, I just need a few more strokes
Like my live shows could use a few more folks, its personal
Heaven Is merciful
Sticks n stones break your bones, these words will cut you surgical-ly
I'll burn the house down, you're out the kitchen, can't stand the heat
I'm upstairs chillin, I told you I'm four hundred degrees
Deathstroke with the pencil
Playing hangman with your life, every letter I write is making you choke
You'll need a new throat
Stick n move with punch lines, you'll need a new joke
Like an addict that is fresh out of cigs I could use some new smoke
Chorus:
They say that gangstas move in silence which is funny cuz I'm quiet
What street I come from, G
I don't speak a lot, I peep a lot, and think a lot
Keeping to myself is all I know to be
I'm a fly purple reefer chiefer, solo
I'm a fly purple reefer chiefer, solo