Let's make this money like Olsons Well, more like Big or Orson Welles Real nigger with stories to tell 106 got souls for sale Hasids on my kosher dill I took New York like Cloverfield Now I want to go west (Like Kanye?) I was thinking more Cornell Groupies throw their goodies like Pennies down the wishing well Think they know me cause they saw me With my dick out in the Sofitel Bless my mic and hold it well Bitch come be my Vicki Vale The only PG thing ‘bout me is Tofer Fuck the world for real How hip hop dying I ain't lying stiff Though I've been sick for years These niggers just don't wanna take it there Stop for a few years just to make it fair But why when I got ‘em up in the club Like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Santigold) Who's got the keys to my car I don't know, I don't know I want to be where you are I know, I know, I know
Take my picture I make it rain till the soil gets richer Till the seeds rupture and reach their Bloom and flaunt their features You ain't no star We don't really care who you are Just two tits out a bra Just two lips on my balls Boo bitch you stripped for a blog? Everybody wants to get into A scene to be seen Don't want to contribute All for themselves Won't pay tribute Me? I'm too strong You need to dilute I see you You roll on through Go save yourself Can't save me too Repent at the gates but until I do I'ma do me, you go and do you
(Santigold) I want to see how far Go till the road gets dark Chasing the lines on tar Till I am where you are Who's got the keys to my car I don't know, I don't know I want to be where you are I know, I know, I knowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
