Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Backseat, artist - E-dubble.
Date of issue: 30.09.2014
Song language: English
Backseat |
I’ve been walking with my drink on empty |
My drink on empty, but shit, I’mma fill that cup |
I’ve been smoking with my mind on plenty |
My mind on plenty, but shit, I’mma focus up |
Yeah, we gon' sweat, Yeah, we gon' work |
Yeah, we gon' drink, I jump in head first |
My hands are so high, my hands are so big |
Just hand me that mic, I’ll rock this whole crib |
Backseat in the whip, The stereo’s yanked |
Dismiss the slow flow, The prose so dank |
In fifty-two weeks I broke the whole bank |
You’re talking too loud, I’d hate to pull rank |
Take a deep breath, Take a big drink |
I’m smoking that stuff that makes me wan' think |
I love this whole shit, I’m never gon' stop |
I baked it just right, This shit is just hot |
I got a portrait of myself in the front hall |
Reassure me or more, it’ll never fall |
If it does pick it up like «there he go» |
He’s on the rise, No surprise, No miracles |
Eh yo, Chop Chop Suey |
I’m Hong Kong Phooey with this rap shit |
Running through this world with my glass on massive |
Sipping on something hard enough to put me on my ass |
But I’m loving this feeling like I’m hearing them classics |
Yeah, we did it, yeah, we done done it |
We doing what we love, still keeping it on a hundred |
The Two Tone Rebel never fret it, never stunt it |
Cuz I’m thinking about change |
Not the shit that comes with money and OHHH |
I still get it in abundance |
That ain’t my focus. |
In focus, that’s ugly |
In focus, I’m focused, No Hokus no Pokus |
Smoke on that dope shit and hope for the hopeless |
Air horns hit the cerebellum like a ton of bricks |
86 that bullshit like I’m 46 |
26 is when I hit with that double F |
Plenty stress but never worry I got plenty left |
Talk about it like a nuisance, A menace to your health |
A menace to subside, no perfection is itself |
A stupid contradiction that will never fucking happen |
You spilled you chocolate milk, go grab a motha' fucking napkin |
Because I’m sick of this shit, my pocket’s ready to roll |
I’ve been patient as fuck, I’ve been paying the tolls |
I’ve been pushing my whip at a reasonable speed |
I got Louis the Dog and a chick on her knees |
I got one on the floor, I got one on the seat |
I got one on the low, I keep one on the leash |
But now I’m gonna go get it, Yeah I’m gonna go get it |
I said I gotta go get it so I’m gonna go get it |