Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Poetry In Motion , by - KolleyRelease date: 04.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Poetry In Motion |
| I never felt this felt this free until I hit the highway |
| Today could be the day them hoes going my way |
| The laws in the mirror as I’m sittin' sideways |
| The king in a chariot, horse that’ll carry it |
| Thoroughbred raw said she’s down for the cause |
| Sonic booming woofers knockin' bitches off your wall |
| I never felt this felt this free until I hit the highway |
| I never felt this felt this free until I hit the highway |
| Poetry in motion |
| I’m being swallowed by these city lights |
| Been in blocks while I’m sippin' on this dirty Sprite |
| You know I’m feeling like |
| Gettin' fresh and killin' life |
| 84s on swangers to keep my pimpin' right |
| Plus my trunk bang like it’s start fights |
| Big block under the hood give me that face I like |
| Errything black no racing stripes |
| Digi dash with leather under my ass |
| Rubber bands on asphalt |
| Dropping this cash ho |
| At the stash house |
| One way in so I backed out |
| Got that mags out |
| If a nigga plays he’s ass out |
| My bottom chick my passenger she never back down |
| Hold another up |
| I need another cup |
| I’m addicted to this feeling on the highway, high as fuck |
| And I ain’t ever coming down from this |
| I might blow a whole pound of this |
| Picasso with this paint |
| Drop my top and lean tell spring that it can’t |
| Go on without me I need those clear skies |
| I ain’t smoked in a while but today let’s get high |
| Hydroplane plain janes never get to ride |
| Gotta be the A type shawty get yo face right |
| You could let your hair down you could sit that ass up |
| Long as I mash on the gas they won’t pass me |
| Time machine classic, watch those ashes |
| I could take you way back, off this 8 track |
| Bass flat never but we enjoy the treble |
| Sonically an oddity my trunk can shake forever |
| This is more than just a vehicle more like precious metal |
| Motherfuck some Twankies 22's are better |
| 85 rollin' let the dust settle |
| Gone in a flash trynna do the dash |
| Everyday it’s a quest hustle finesse |
| Run the streets to my death never live in regret |
| Ridin' in my own lane smoking the best |
| It took a lot of sacrifices just to get me here |
| I seen a lot of open Bibles on my granny quilt |
| Her prayers must of made it cause I’m still here |
| In my rearview when I ride I can see it’s clear |
| Edgar Allan Poe how them words flip |
| Sit behind them curtains like the president |
| Ridin' through my hood on some player shit |
| Donatello in my drank yes I’m hood rich |
| All this mud in my cup got me stuck here |
| Makin' moves like a boss I take the scenic route |
| Quick judge get the paper then I’m in and out |
| Life in the fast lane I stay hidin' out |
| Grill in the wind and I ain’t coming down |