Lyrics Snow Goggles - Halo

Snow Goggles

It’s all good
Aight, yeah
Here we go, said here we go
Here we go, check it out though
Aiyo, Smith and Pepper snow goggles
For boulevard models
Jetta with the ski-rack, kicking full throttle
Space mountain spliff, pull keep a lift
Time and space rip so we moving kind of diff'
Slick like the first Jheri curl, juice dripping
Pop standing over grit pots in the kitchen, listen
«Eat them all so they stick to your ribs»
My grandfather said, so I did (I did, I did)
I heard the other kids laughing and playing
Indian style, I sat staying, listening, refraining from acting my age
Back in the day I just had a way
But there’s still things you had to say
To the peoples around the way (way, way)
It keeps giving, the gift of gab
Apartments, homes, lofts, pads
Hopping around town to hide the tears of a clown
Too busy to entertain over mine with the frown
See a wretched clutch I was grinding them down
First gear on a steep hill, shifting them now
Word to Malloricia, my ninth grade fever
9−1-1 beepers and payphone receivers
I scribe flows at my leisure
Life’s a bitch, I mean a beach, Ibiza
They make a mess of you if you don’t keep a schedule
Brunch and a lie be the hit, the film festival
You probly think I’m thinking less of you
Only what, when and where, but never who
They’ll make a mess of you if you don’t keep a schedule
Hard time making better blues
Cash cream and the cheddar rules, nothing change
But the gas price, few bucket change
Said my team move round, my team move round
My team move round, said what trip I pulls down
Said my team move round, my team move round
My team move round, said what trip I pulls down
Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-
Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-
Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-
Said my team move round, my team move round
Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-
Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-
Don’t be needy, don’t be greedy
Get it how you live and live to give it, believe me
I could talk about it freely, it’s yet beneath me
Keep going, Staying Alive like the BeeGees
What you see is what you get
They respect a brother on his grind with legends Catching that wreck
Beach house, beautiful babes connect
Bollywood banging they bodies is soaking wet
I don’t beat around the bush, a little kush
Money on the side, barbecuing off the books
They’ll bum rush, barricade the jooks
Steal your whole style from the flow down to the looks
Tell 'em you ain’t really 'bout it, you ain’t 'bout it
Whispering the love but the hate, you scream and shout it
I say you ain’t really 'bout it, you ain’t 'bout it
Talking bout the struggle you ain’t trying to climb up out it
Accelerating of celebrations, good occasions
Presentations, slanky reservation
PYT insemination, freaky federation
Frolicking with fancy faces the features our beauty graces, whoo!
Know my status and my crew the baddest
Spin a atlas off gun its axis, my clip the baddest
Can’t stop, frisk they’ll pat us down
Uncomparable when I’m around
A radical of my sound, I get down
Bound to go twist a pound
From the bottom, underground with a mainstream sound
Bumping LB riding through the city
Passengers see you pretty, house of Diddy, ooh what a pity
Chivalry is dead, she shivers a bit
Monday chill, Sunday tip drill, tip her for bread
Said my team move round, my team move round
My team move round, said what trip I pulls down
Said my team move round, my team move round
My team move round, said what trip I pulls down
Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-
Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-
Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-
Said my team move round, my team move round
Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-
Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-