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Wild Wild West

 

Wild Wild West

(альбом: Every Day Is A Day - 2021)


Hundred seventeen like it's the Grand Prix
We could take a trip to the west side
We could take a trip to the west side

We could take a trip to the west side (oh-oh)
Look at palm trees and the street lights (street lights)
Hopping on the metro, blue line (blue line)
We ain't got no money but it's alright (yeah, fuck it)
I just wanna cuff you like one time (like one time)
And I don't say a word to the one time (Fuck 12)
Blowing our gas on the East Side (can not tell)
Laying on the beach, getting tan lines ('cause lights out)
Buying gold teeth at the swap meet (till I'm old)
Getting so fried that we can't speak (I can't speak)
Posing with the gang, and they grimey (they grimey)
Hundred seventeen like it's the Grand Prix (skrr)

They're like, "Where the fuck you been?" (Where you been?)
'Cause it ain't been the same since (no, oh)
Let's go to Burger Hut again (let's go)
In your old Mercedes Benz (oh)
The refinery
Let's me know I'm home (oh)
So just come with me
Meet me at Silvo

We could take a trip to the west side
Look at palm trees and the street lights (street lights)
Hopping on the metro, blue line (blue line)
We ain't got no money but it's alright (yeah, fuck it)
I just wanna cuff you like one time (fuck once)
And I don't say a word to the one time (Fuck 12)
Blowing our gas on the East Side (can not tell)
Laying on the beach, getting tan lines ('cause lights out)
Buying gold teeth at the swap meet (till I'm old)
Getting so fried that we can't speak (oh)
Posing with the gang, and they grimey (oh)
Hundred seventeen like it's the Grand Prix (skrr)

Aye, R.I.P. to Nate
Fly high
On the Seven Ten like it's the Grand Prix
Skrrt, skrrt

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