Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Different Times Zones, artist - Wu-BlockDate of issue: 26.11.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Different Times Zones |
| Sitting in this library, man |
| Reading these fucking books |
| Britannica Encyclopedias, L. Ron Hubbard |
| Tony Robbins, and these muthafuckas, youknowhatimsaying, Sheek Louch |
| Glasshouse, I reside by the library |
| Yves Saint Laurent frames, sipping Ciroc berry |
| Burning the big dutch, sweet feet up |
| Long ashes, hanging off the blunt then I pluck |
| Fell back power napping, stones they cover my bones |
| Bricks laying on my pinkie like tombstones |
| Unbutton my shirt, unloosen my tie |
| Got the fireplace up real high, Cuban maid sliding me cookies |
| Tall glass of lemonade, chandeliers hanging over my head |
| Sitting like a cloud of haze |
| Larry King on mute, they about to bury Wesley for taxes |
| Then shot across the two |
| Then I grabbed the remote, hit the volume on the big lion |
| The screens in his mouth, a ninety inch giant |
| Went to commercial, the phone rang |
| «Yo, what up Sheek?», «Ain't nothing, Tone, just on my dean» |
| «Out here in Queens, I bag me a queen» |
| «Fed her all this shit she wanted to hear, she probably want the ring» |
| True… |
| Yeah, different time zones, that’s all |
| I mean, I’m over here across seas |
| You over there in the States, you over there |
| But either way we gotta get this money, fam, yo, yeah |
| On the tenth floor looking over Paris, my neighbors all embarrassed |
| Cuz I’m ass naked watching the clock |
| He hating, but his wife steady watching my cock |
| Different time zones, steering wheel on the right |
| Driving down the wrong street, thinking what the fuck I’m gon' eat tonight |
| White women laying in my bed, I can make a documentary |
| On what race can give the best head |
| Rae hit me on the text, told me that he like that new shit |
| Last night that he heard on Flex |
| Alright cool, hit me up when you get down to Brazil |
| If the weather’s right, fuck it, I come down to chill |
| I got a briefcase of Euros and Indian money |
| Every time I’m in customs, they look at me funny, yeah |
| I’m out in South Beach, first street, Ocean Ave. |
| AMG6 with the oak dash |
| Live the VIP life, I ain’t spend a clam |
| I got weight on the spot, that’s 'instagrams' |
| Pretty boos in Jimmy Choo’s with titties loose |
| In the mood, getting nude in the swimming pool |
| I’m doing my thing, how I’m repping |
| They salute king, and they don’t even know I’m Wu-Tang |
| Name heavy, phone call to my ace Diego |
| For anything, what up, man? |
| Connect me |
| I snatch bank like four, five, six |
| Deuce high, watch a dude ride, I’m on my shit |
| Up in Mansion, salute, world famous Inspectah |
| Click large, homey, put some more tables together |
| Wild for the night, I ain’t even think about my flight |
| I got some bitches and they tripping off that powder white |
| Aiyo, yo, yo, kiss each other, yo… |