Grieves - Postcards (Running Wild) lyrics
[Grieves - Postcards Running Wild lyrics]
Welcome everybody to RSE flight 352
With non-stop travel to wherever
Your fine ass decided to go
Today before we take off I
I'd like to go over a few safety procedures
So please, make sure your
Seat is leaned back
Your glass is full and your speakers
Are turned all the way up
I woke up in a city I
Can't even say the name of
People lookin' at me wonderin' where
The fuck I came from
Had to catch a flight to 'em
Drank a couple whiskies in the air
Called my mama when I landed and
Told her not to be scared
I'm a rolling stone
Never really knowin' when I'm goin' home
Went and caught the itch and got
The beat like it was Cortisone i'm out here
You can go ahead and let them know
That the groove has to be slumped
And that bass has got to be low
This that shit that you can play in LA
From Chicago to Seattle, all the way to BK
Caught the A to JFK and had to hop on a plane
I'll send your ass a postcard, postcard
I'll send your ass a postcard, postcard
I'll send your ass a postcard, postcard
I'll send your ass a uh, yo
I said, i woke up in a city I
Ain't never even been to
Called the homie Chords to see what
Shit we could get into
I had to jump a pond to them
Got my luggage searched when I arrived
Po-po thought that I was holding
Told them I don't have the time
I'm a vagabond bag is packed and loaded and
The drank is strong
Watched the city disappear behind
Me like it's camouflaged i'm out here
You can go ahead and say it loud
That snare has to be crisp
That ass has got to be round
That glass has got to be tipped
That lost gotta be found
That music's got to go up
Because this shit's about to go down
That glass has got to be tipped
That lost gotta be found
That music's got to go up
Because this shit's about to go down
This that shit that you can play in LA
From Chicago to Seattle, all the way to BK
Caught the A to JFK and had to hop on a plane
I'll send your ass a postcard, postcard
I'll send your ass a postcard, postcard
I'll send your ass a postcard, postcard
I'll send your ass a you'll see
I'll send you a post card, yeah
I was thinkin' of you (I was thinkin' of you)
Ooh, baby sensual curves come
That's true, that's true, that's true
Go and send it to 'em
Yeah, go and sent it to 'em
Yeah, go and sent it to 'em
(We gonna bring it back to
The beginning on this one)
This that shit that you can play in LA
From Chicago to Seattle, all the way to BK
We gon' send it to 'em
Yeah, it's signed, sealed, delivered
I'm back in the buildin' like
This that shit that you can play in LA
From Chicago to Seattle, all the way to BK
Go and send it to 'em, yeah ha ha, woo
Feel fuckin' crazy, ha ha ha!
With non-stop travel to wherever
Your fine ass decided to go
Today before we take off I
I'd like to go over a few safety procedures
So please, make sure your
Seat is leaned back
Your glass is full and your speakers
Are turned all the way up
I woke up in a city I
Can't even say the name of
People lookin' at me wonderin' where
The fuck I came from
Had to catch a flight to 'em
Drank a couple whiskies in the air
Called my mama when I landed and
Told her not to be scared
I'm a rolling stone
Never really knowin' when I'm goin' home
Went and caught the itch and got
The beat like it was Cortisone i'm out here
You can go ahead and let them know
That the groove has to be slumped
And that bass has got to be low
This that shit that you can play in LA
From Chicago to Seattle, all the way to BK
Caught the A to JFK and had to hop on a plane
I'll send your ass a postcard, postcard
I'll send your ass a postcard, postcard
I'll send your ass a postcard, postcard
I'll send your ass a uh, yo
I said, i woke up in a city I
Ain't never even been to
Called the homie Chords to see what
Shit we could get into
I had to jump a pond to them
Got my luggage searched when I arrived
Po-po thought that I was holding
Told them I don't have the time
I'm a vagabond bag is packed and loaded and
The drank is strong
Watched the city disappear behind
Me like it's camouflaged i'm out here
You can go ahead and say it loud
That snare has to be crisp
That ass has got to be round
That glass has got to be tipped
That lost gotta be found
That music's got to go up
Because this shit's about to go down
That glass has got to be tipped
That lost gotta be found
That music's got to go up
Because this shit's about to go down
This that shit that you can play in LA
From Chicago to Seattle, all the way to BK
Caught the A to JFK and had to hop on a plane
I'll send your ass a postcard, postcard
I'll send your ass a postcard, postcard
I'll send your ass a postcard, postcard
I'll send your ass a you'll see
I'll send you a post card, yeah
I was thinkin' of you (I was thinkin' of you)
Ooh, baby sensual curves come
That's true, that's true, that's true
Go and send it to 'em
Yeah, go and sent it to 'em
Yeah, go and sent it to 'em
(We gonna bring it back to
The beginning on this one)
This that shit that you can play in LA
From Chicago to Seattle, all the way to BK
We gon' send it to 'em
Yeah, it's signed, sealed, delivered
I'm back in the buildin' like
This that shit that you can play in LA
From Chicago to Seattle, all the way to BK
Go and send it to 'em, yeah ha ha, woo
Feel fuckin' crazy, ha ha ha!