Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Easy Rider , by - Action Bronson. Release date: 22.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Easy Rider |
| Praise the lord, I was born to drive boat |
| Feeling like Slash in front of the chapel |
| I’m leaned back with the Les Paul |
| Shit I smoke is like cholesterol |
| Spilled dressin' on the vest at the festival |
| The best of all, had a midget Puerto Rican at my beck and call |
| Best believe that there was neck involved |
| Fucked around and almost wrecked the Saab |
| Uh, we took acid for ten days straight up in the mountains |
| Started running with the stallions |
| Playing frisbee in the West Indies |
| Did the tango with my kidneys |
| Eyes open, now I know just who my kids need |
| Rockin' very loose pants, yeah |
| Rockin' very loose pants, yeah |
| Bury a million in the sand, by the clock tower |
| Before I die, take a hot shower |
| Ride the Harley into the sunset |
| By chance I seen her in the lobby of the Ritz |
| With her man, the one that swings a hockey stick |
| I was wearing all white, and my hair was looking precious |
| Shit, I might cop a chest and a dresser |
| A little machine to make espresso |
| I heard your bitch still wears Ecko |
| Hide drugs behind the box of De Cecco |
| Live from the Expo, it’s me |
| I wear the wolf in the winter |
| Steer the coupe from the center |
| Who gives a fuck, I’m a sinner |
| I had dreams of fuckin' Keri Hilson in my Duncans |
| Woke up naked at the Hilton with a bitch that look like Seal’s cousin |
| Bite the eel by the dozen |
| (Got to take it for the team) |
| Bite the eel by the dozen |
| Pump the bass in the trunk |
| Shit rattled like a baby hand |
| Except this toy cost 80 grand |
| And I’m crazy tan, from all the places that I’ve been |
| Just from writing words with a pen |
| Tell the pilot «land the plane» |
| On Roosevelt and Main |
| Put a jacuzzi on the seven train |
| And lay John Coltrane play with that cocaine face |
| I know your crabs from that Old Bay taste |
| The brass band was seven pieces |
| My bitch’s name is Peaches |
| We got twin Mac elevens with the features |
| Shit you barely got sneaker money |
| So much dick in their mouths, that’s why these motherfuckers speaking funny |
| You need to speak clearer dear, cause I can’t hear ya |
| (I can’t hear ya) |
| You need to speak clearer dear, cause I can’t hear ya |
| The Magic Johnson of the game |
| These lames don’t want to play with me |
| Smile on your face, but I really know you hatin' me |
| I know you mad, cause I’m sick, and it’s plain to see, it’s me |