Short Moscato - Turquoise paroles de (lyrics)
[Short Moscato - Turquoise paroles de lyrics]
Yo I need to quit drugs but
That can wait til tomorrow
My life of loan, time is borrowed
From Buffalo so, I don't fuck with Sbarro
Environmental product
Might as well have a bar code
Spitting at bars is played out
But i get drunk and stay out
Out my mind way out
Fade out, Blank out, blackout
Like lights in a crack house
Man i played the game awhile
Jerry Stackhouse
And these bitches hooked, got the bass mouth
Man, these rappers cooked
Bust the Franks out
Dickriding on my sequence
Type of dude think he’s high on E-Cigs, shit
Think you fly with weak wings
But i have allergies to
Bullshit n bee-stings, zing
Yo i'm the shit and he stinks
I'm a trip, you feel things
I'm a dick, i fuck things
Sun gleams, might duck scenes
Doug funny imagination
Im a VIP in hell, i can pass for satan
The sky has trails, I taste fluoridation
Dreamin' of some R&B chick fornication
And thats word to Biggie
Before Will was getting Jiggy
Homie i been gettin' busy
If you feel it say it with me
A dutch should never-ever cost more than $150
I speak in tongues thru the speakers, um
I ain't a preachers son
But im a teachers son
And i'm here to teach ya somethin'
Now watch the overdog overcome
Never the sober one but
Always the focused one
Telling a joke or some over-coke diatribe
A miracle that i'm alive
Shocked that i ain't drive 95 miles
Per hour high on psilocybin
And slide on ice across lanes
Slam into a hydrant
Or skydrive from a 25 story high-rise
And land ontop of five guys with
A note fulla bye byes
The sky hides the infinite
High five the syndicate my mind is ill
Sick as shit the sky hides the infinite
I high five the syndicate my mind is ill
Sick as shit i need some turquoise
That can wait til tomorrow
My life of loan, time is borrowed
From Buffalo so, I don't fuck with Sbarro
Environmental product
Might as well have a bar code
Spitting at bars is played out
But i get drunk and stay out
Out my mind way out
Fade out, Blank out, blackout
Like lights in a crack house
Man i played the game awhile
Jerry Stackhouse
And these bitches hooked, got the bass mouth
Man, these rappers cooked
Bust the Franks out
Dickriding on my sequence
Type of dude think he’s high on E-Cigs, shit
Think you fly with weak wings
But i have allergies to
Bullshit n bee-stings, zing
Yo i'm the shit and he stinks
I'm a trip, you feel things
I'm a dick, i fuck things
Sun gleams, might duck scenes
Doug funny imagination
Im a VIP in hell, i can pass for satan
The sky has trails, I taste fluoridation
Dreamin' of some R&B chick fornication
And thats word to Biggie
Before Will was getting Jiggy
Homie i been gettin' busy
If you feel it say it with me
A dutch should never-ever cost more than $150
I speak in tongues thru the speakers, um
I ain't a preachers son
But im a teachers son
And i'm here to teach ya somethin'
Now watch the overdog overcome
Never the sober one but
Always the focused one
Telling a joke or some over-coke diatribe
A miracle that i'm alive
Shocked that i ain't drive 95 miles
Per hour high on psilocybin
And slide on ice across lanes
Slam into a hydrant
Or skydrive from a 25 story high-rise
And land ontop of five guys with
A note fulla bye byes
The sky hides the infinite
High five the syndicate my mind is ill
Sick as shit the sky hides the infinite
I high five the syndicate my mind is ill
Sick as shit i need some turquoise