Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don Quixote, artist - Invisible Inc.
Date of issue: 29.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Don Quixote |
First he’s here then he’s gone |
In his own brain he’s the brains and the brawn |
In his own lane when the blades gettin' drawn |
Everybody bows down to the Don |
Bow down to the Don |
Everybody bow down to the Don |
Bow down to the Don |
Everybody bow down to the Don |
Ooh it’s pretty hard to get a glimpse of him |
Cause lordy lord that pretty pimp is slim |
But you might catch him |
Shootin' at windmills pistols drawn |
Bullets bend around him and miss the king |
So go and kiss the ring but |
He’d never diss the pawns |
Even if his enemies list is long |
Supra’s laced up |
He grows a foot when he slips them on |
And legend has it when he hits the bong and then he exhales |
The morning fog rolls in |
But you know dog it’s just a Frisco thing |
And when he’s steppin' through the empty city in the early mist of dawn |
You can hear the buildings whisperin' |
You’ll feel the earth quake |
When he zips his fly down to piss planets shift alignment |
Cause the guys the only one that’s got a fist that’s strong enough to lift his |
dong |
But he won’t tell you that cause he’s a gentleman |
First he’s here then he’s gone |
In his own brain he’s the brains and the brawn |
In his own lane when the blades gettin' drawn |
Everybody bows down to the Don |
Bow down to the Don |
Everybody bow down to the Don |
Bow down to the Don |
Everybody bow down to the Don |
Damn |
So fly they say that a bird nursed him |
So wise that even the nerds cursed him |
Cause though they engineer new specimens every year |
Of the top tier human, he’s still the preferred version |
Soul so pure that upon first insertion whoever he make love to instantly turns |
virgin |
Swingin' his sword some sort of absurd surgeon |
Talks about himself but only in third person like |
He don’t stop he’s a choo-choo train the haters see him comin' and they drop a |
doo-doo stain |
But oo dang |
Though the smell of the turds worsen when haters they diseased the sound of his |
words cures them |
A-Holes turn angels wearin' halos like Kangols when he climax he might crack |
volcanoes and then disappear |
While the surface of Earths versed and into the atmosphere they roamin' the |
world searchin' for him again |
She woke up laced up and her feet up |
Acrylic fire red she finess in a dress |
She’s a purebred yes they obsess over |
They all want a piece even if it’s left over |
She make the straightest girl in the room turn breast holder |
Got a voice that’s so deep and an aura so sweet |
That she light up the crowd |
And she only five feet |
And the truth she speaks |
People feel the concrete |
Bet she got a heart of gold that’s hard to let go |
They all confess to a lotta weight on her shoulders |
But she told the youngin' like the OG told her |
Don’t get it twisted bruh when she burnin' them rollers |
Cause all she gonna give you is the iceberg shoulder |
There’s nothing you can say and there’s nothing they told her |
Whether it’s stilettos or house shoes I hold her |
Don’t let her frame fool you she holds weight like a boulder |
First she’s here then she’s gone |
In her own brain she’s the brains and the brawn |
In her own lane when the blades gettin' drawn |
Everybody bows down to the Don |
Bows down to the Don |
Everybody bows down to the Don |
Bows down to the Don |
Everybody bows down to the Don |