Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Easy Rider, artist - Action Bronson.
Date of issue: 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 |