Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 00:01, artist - Danger. Album song 09/16 2007, in the genre Date of issue: 29.03.2009
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
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) |