Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Charlie Chaplin, artist - Asher Roth. Album song Pabst & Jazz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Retrohash
Song language: English
Charlie Chaplin |
I lay around on a rainy day |
Ashing in the sheets |
Hold them down and just fade away |
Happy little feet |
I want to try to drown whatever’s happening to me |
I walk with out a sound, Charlie Chaplin on the beat |
Probably never figure out what is up or what is down |
What is now, or what it’s all about |
So I chill and look around |
It’s in the air, it’s in the sound, it’s in the year |
No doubt, show us what’s got bounce |
Curl up next to the girl right beside me |
Slide up all inside it |
Ride it, reall really ride it |
Let it fly higher than a motherfucker |
Never coming down |
We just set it up direct, get our message from the clouds |
The rain’s getting stronger as I hit it harder |
Ms. Marijuana, she’s a superstar |
Do a job, do it all |
Doing what she want, upper echelon |
It’s the fond of this Family Matter from Dupont |
Come on baby, let it flaunt |
Tell them what it is |
How it never gets better than this, just have kids |
Oh but wait a minute, turn it down, burn it down, learning now |
How you found out who the word of mouth |
Talker of the town talking up a storm |
This the calm before it |
Call Dorothy, tell her bring the courage |
Ain’t a thing that could deter it |
It’s the Earth, it’s the universe |
Working in perfect cursive through one person, let it burn |
Word, and after Asher ash get passed to me |
Whoever can last the smoke deserves a toast |
Raise your glass to me |
Last a cut of your currency and let the current be |
Car in need of speed has got me in a flow, like the current beat |
I feel it, I’m fried, my mind is on the skillet |
Shawty, if you feeling naughty don’t conceal it |
I’m feeling it too |
What you willing to do |
You spilling the truth by moving on it |
I like them girls that rock Jordans but could Louboutin it |
Moving smooth like lube is on it, how the night goes |
Prefer a real woman, but tonight I like hoes |
You feeling frisky, you got a man, you feeling risky |
You feel the whiskey, please don’t try to kill the will to kiss me |
Miss, I got a fear of miles and a fear of vows |
I’m not trying to share a house but we can share a couch |
As of now we just here to have a good time |
And if we’re meant to go further then we should grind |
But don’t press it, don’t stress it, just let it go |
I said it before, follow the flow from the man of cold |
You sipping Petron, try not to throw up in my place, cause |
Girl you got that bomb, hope it don’t blow up in my face |
Welcome to this time and |
All my green like Kermit |
Mobster, pimping gang monster, Herman |
I believe in multiple wives, like a Mormon |
Especially when she got them thighs, I want to go in |
Macking cold, black and gold Trojans |
Attractive hoes, try to hold a moment |
My pimping game gotta roam, no lids |
Manifest where the bed bitch, from the low end |
Dime from the hundreds, manifest with no hands |
Mackin DNA, my pimples sway, they go in |
Y’all blow money, I prefer to blow strands |
Elevated gism, macking game promotion |
Shit, yup the ism in this bitch |
Only spending money made from tipping in this bitch |
She attracted to the gizzle, forgive me for your bitch |
But she chose the manifest, it benefit the skim |
Low Coronas, searching for that meaning of life |
And a shot of Jameson, poison I was playing in |
Pride I was laying in, broke rubber what I came in in |
With the lateness, we conceive greatness |
And when it’s war, please be cautious of them smiling faces |
I’m moving wise and smoking Bible scriptures in my Bathing rocks |
And as we walk Luke, I guess it’s all Revelations |
That’s relics here, soothes your relatives, rhythm salacious |
Ripping, when it’s nude beaches to that naked eye |
Plain to see that naked truth, naked gun if you criticize |
Tune toes down, my mind still in orbit |
Only fear is hell, I’m straight out the dark what God’s thinking now |
So I guess I’ve seen the light, trying to follow my fate |
Some people don’t see it 'til the medic trying to make they pupils dialate |
A submarine deeper than the rap |
And I don’t hear the bullshit, homie, this song Charlie Chaplin |