Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Take Me There, artist - Faith Evans. Album song The King & I, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 18.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
Take Me There |
Inhale this, clench your fist |
Then ya, feel the mist through the uterus |
Can ya, picture this |
Life without me, wake up you’re having bad dreams |
Cause ya fiend for a toke |
My crew tote Tocques and mink coats |
On the cell with the boat |
What you thought, we get caught and get bailed out? |
Fuck the jailhouse, Hennessey on the rocks |
Is all we got as we sail out, entrepeneurs |
Cristal pourer, be glad we ain’t takin' yours |
Boring huh? |
I’m warnin' ya |
Style waits for no bitch, I dream rich |
When I fuck with scratch and sniff |
Now I stacks the shit, and practice it |
So no bitch can tax the shit, miraculous |
So I can relax a bit, and get my dick licked |
Drugs, baby |
Haha |
Need a little something that can take me there |
To a place that I can get away from |
My feelings so far away |
Somewhere with my head up in the clouds |
Suddenly it doesn’t feel so loud |
So far, away, somewhere |
I got 'em |
Ayo, platinum choker, heavy smoker |
The gun toter, Barrack Obam' supporter |
Recently Hillary voter |
Smoking loud way up in the cloud |
Disappearing in my thoughts |
Disappearing from courts |
Yao Ming face, eyes chinky |
Kush got my breath stinky |
50 thousand large shine on my pinky |
Women lust me, they say I’m too ghetto |
They can’t trust me, my timeline be filled with his bitch |
He wanna bust me, Mira Mira talk |
Coca Cola deals, big scales |
Doing different shit, Alaska |
SnapChatting at Wheels Donnie |
My prognosis is atrocious out the black wraith |
Fly shit, never down, I stay with some faith |
Ahh |
Need a little something that can take me there |
To a place that I can get away from |
My feelings so far away |
Somewhere with my head up in the clouds |
Suddenly it doesn’t feel so loud |
So far, away, somewhere |
Dreamt of Ferraris and Ferragamos |
Raised on the streets, and married the marijuana |
Told the joint terminate my thoughts like Sarah Conner |
But it couldn’t, but I smoked with Big, a badge of honor |
And Faith, what’s fate? |
Light and 8th and I’m straight |
That’s the morning |
But I’mma need a zip when it’s late |
I used to sit on the crate |
But now I dip in the seats |
Of the Cherokee |
The therapy’s a spliff to the face (huh?) |
I’m from the strain gang and the mean team |
Cut the lights, turn the beat on, let the pain bang |
Light the joint, the escape route |
You heard it from the Ghost |
But you should it hear it from Faith now |
Need a little something that can take me there |
To a place that I can get away from |
My feelings so far away |
Somewhere with my head up in the clouds |
Suddenly it doesn’t feel so loud |
So far, away, somewhere |
Ayo Big, we got it |
We gon' hold baby-girl down, man |
Ay, ay, ay |
Talk now baby |