Lyrics 00:01 - Danger, Vyle

00:01

Dinner, hey
Came to see you dance
I met a man in his hand was swagger
His hand was the swagger
A four-finger ring that read glamour
No hand out, no pander
S W A double G E R, Nike ACGs on
Power glove down, power pad up
On base like home stretch, who’s on?
Copped a new pair with react juice
The Gramamas so trampled
Fenchurch shades (movin on 'em)
Open night carburettor on mash
Open throttle engine intact
Cafe racer flash, 50 cc pack
On, on, on, on, on
Aftermarket motor
Embedded tire odor
The freshest arrangement
Don’t posture, you know us
This monitor wristwatch not for beginners
Maxi-single, right out the speakers
Slow disco, bottles in the basement
Let’s go, whose car we takin'?
Out the window, side views
Shift the car, transmission cycles
45 vintage console
Quarter credit, place hold
Character selection appraisal
Like adolescent in true arcade mode
On, on, on, on, on
Alert cell star brick phone
Like the pattern in the gum sole, I’m on
Hat tilted, content filter
Daisy chain glistening now they seem wilted
Ew, like, why’d they press him?
Injected to the mould but came out impressive
Model easel was in his impression
Like footprints sand level without looking
Skate rink, held down
Projectile at the podium, repelled now
Without the colors romanticized
This is normal viewpoint, we don’t have to lie
Unadulterated not rationalized
Yup, yup, yup, I’m in here
Like 1, 9, 9, 8, do, do, do
Decades, test, test
Not approach for the arbitrary
You already know what it is, involuntary
Live wire, third rail bullet train
In the club car, thinking of a getaway
Trip-tonic, voice activated rolling fortress (car)
To the arced castle
Goons on the porches, in the mirror
Ready, ready, ready to rise with
High top Jordans with the goose down
Hands demonic, like I’m moving the interface
Canvas arm, band swatch logo, logo, logo in the face
(That was my joint back in the day)
(Leaving with your dinner date)