Night Lovell, The Time Traveller - GOLDEN TICKET lyrics
Shermar Paul [Ottawa, Canada]
[Night Lovell, The Time Traveller - GOLDEN TICKET lyrics]
Da da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, la da
Da, da yeah
I think all the trauma got the best of me
(Best of me)
What I'm doin', it don't make no sense to me
(No sense to me) I feel like shit
And the other feeling's ecstasy (Ecstasy)
I'm fightin' everything
I wonder how it's supposed to be
(Supposed to be)
I got all these cars but no where to go
(Got, got)
I got all this money but nobody to show
(Got, got) hold up
(Hold up, hold up) bitch, tell me what
You with me to get (Hold up, hold up)
Since we both bein' honest
I just want me some head (I just want me)
MIA, cookin' up a masterpiece
(I'm cookin' up)
Cookin' 'cause I know the fuckin' recipe
(I'm cookin' up)
Slang dick, ho, I ain't got no
Shame to say it, yeah, yeah
We fucked once, I ain't nut
'cause you can't even take it
(Can't even take it)
(Aw, yeah) All these hoes wanna be seen
(Aw, yeah) I'm over it, go suck the team
(Aw, yeah, yeah
Yeah) Some young niggas winnin', yeah
We ain't showin' shit
We just keep shit hidden (yeah, yeah, yeah)
None you niggas ever heard of bamboo linen
It's a lot of shit you
Niggas don't see you missin' (Don't see)
I don't see myself ever really bein' finished
I ain't comin' back 'til I get
It off my hit-list, yeah, yeah
Every day damn day, I just get more fed up
Hate it when they try tell me
I should keep my head up (Head)
You niggas live in peace, you would
Never stand a chance, yeah, yeah, yeah
You niggas boxed up and
You'll never get ransomed
Load up, cock it, blast 'em, blast 'em
They scared, they run, we slide, catch 'em
All these boys bitches, so they run for cover
(Bitch) the cover they gon' get is the
Cover when we pack 'em I got cloudy vision
Sometimes I gotta step back (Step)
I brought my family everywhere
I put them in my backpack
They askin' what I did to get me there
You think that I know?
You nigga look for any blueprint
That you could follow
Switch it up, cheers, yeah, we in Monte Carlo
(With it)
Anything that happens when I'm gone
I'ma find out
Nobody can fool me, you mad, sue me
No money, more problems, that ain't new to me
These bitches all tryna see the
Man in the flesh
It's me, I done built it all bare hands
It's me, I got the gold ticket, Willy Wonka
Now I'm runnin' 'round the
Fuckin' world tryna conquer (Okay)
Mi bush in-inna mi khani and mec (What's up?)
Hair plat up mi have on mi visor
Every time mi go a road mi get wiser
(MC Renegade) trash trasher mandem, yeah
We job and job and we collect di loot, yeah
Lucky this time we didn't shoot, shoot
Now fi split the money fi all a di crew
D-d don't give a fuck, do what we have fi do
What do they even have in Monaco
That I can't offer you?
What do these Monican hoes have?
Da, da yeah
I think all the trauma got the best of me
(Best of me)
What I'm doin', it don't make no sense to me
(No sense to me) I feel like shit
And the other feeling's ecstasy (Ecstasy)
I'm fightin' everything
I wonder how it's supposed to be
(Supposed to be)
I got all these cars but no where to go
(Got, got)
I got all this money but nobody to show
(Got, got) hold up
(Hold up, hold up) bitch, tell me what
You with me to get (Hold up, hold up)
Since we both bein' honest
I just want me some head (I just want me)
MIA, cookin' up a masterpiece
(I'm cookin' up)
Cookin' 'cause I know the fuckin' recipe
(I'm cookin' up)
Slang dick, ho, I ain't got no
Shame to say it, yeah, yeah
We fucked once, I ain't nut
'cause you can't even take it
(Can't even take it)
(Aw, yeah) All these hoes wanna be seen
(Aw, yeah) I'm over it, go suck the team
(Aw, yeah, yeah
Yeah) Some young niggas winnin', yeah
We ain't showin' shit
We just keep shit hidden (yeah, yeah, yeah)
None you niggas ever heard of bamboo linen
It's a lot of shit you
Niggas don't see you missin' (Don't see)
I don't see myself ever really bein' finished
I ain't comin' back 'til I get
It off my hit-list, yeah, yeah
Every day damn day, I just get more fed up
Hate it when they try tell me
I should keep my head up (Head)
You niggas live in peace, you would
Never stand a chance, yeah, yeah, yeah
You niggas boxed up and
You'll never get ransomed
Load up, cock it, blast 'em, blast 'em
They scared, they run, we slide, catch 'em
All these boys bitches, so they run for cover
(Bitch) the cover they gon' get is the
Cover when we pack 'em I got cloudy vision
Sometimes I gotta step back (Step)
I brought my family everywhere
I put them in my backpack
They askin' what I did to get me there
You think that I know?
You nigga look for any blueprint
That you could follow
Switch it up, cheers, yeah, we in Monte Carlo
(With it)
Anything that happens when I'm gone
I'ma find out
Nobody can fool me, you mad, sue me
No money, more problems, that ain't new to me
These bitches all tryna see the
Man in the flesh
It's me, I done built it all bare hands
It's me, I got the gold ticket, Willy Wonka
Now I'm runnin' 'round the
Fuckin' world tryna conquer (Okay)
Mi bush in-inna mi khani and mec (What's up?)
Hair plat up mi have on mi visor
Every time mi go a road mi get wiser
(MC Renegade) trash trasher mandem, yeah
We job and job and we collect di loot, yeah
Lucky this time we didn't shoot, shoot
Now fi split the money fi all a di crew
D-d don't give a fuck, do what we have fi do
What do they even have in Monaco
That I can't offer you?
What do these Monican hoes have?