GrandfathersRing Songtext
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GrandfathersRing Songtext
Young and I′m handsome, looking like the Hansons
Mmm, bopping bitches, popping pills 'til they dancing
I ain′t romantic, I ain't lighting candles
Death bound boy, bitch, I'm smoking on that cancer
Phone like me, dead, so no answer
Razor in my reach, bones hold it like a ransom
Walking work of art, so everybody glancing
Fine brush strokes, put the colors on the canvas
Smoking in the ocean, drinking on the shore
I feel like Bo Derek back in 1984
Step up to me wrong, get cut like a check
You bring your girl around
You gon′ lose her like Beck
You got a little buzz, just know it won′t last
You worried 'bout your image, me, I′m looking for the ash
You bringing up my past, it only make me laugh
See, I don't got shit to hide but go ahead and act
Sesh ′til I rest, still I have my brother's back
Ain′t nobody fucking with the team, that's a fact
My grandfather's ring, my father′s old coat
I′m looking like both when I'm up here in my zone
You thinking that you different
I hope you know you isn′t
Nobody likes your album, me?
I didn't even listen
I′m sticking to my pimping
My girl looking like Lizzie
McGuire, getting higher
'Til the stars start to glisten
I don′t know what you've been told
I just know you need to know
Nobody fucks with you
Ain't nobody fuck with you
This is s e s h radio 94.6
This is Hugh Dunnaway
Bringing you the news report
And, we have a little traffic now
Update on the 96 highway
Little traffic coming your way
Eastbound, it′s gonna be about
An hour or two wait if you′re trying
To get into downtown unfortunately
And then all of you people trying to
Get into the beach on highway four
You have pretty smooth sailing
Right now if you leave, but in about
Three or four hours I see the highways getting
Pretty congested
No accidents to report right now
Pretty smooth sailing, so
If you have any reports or anything
Call us back at 3248 55586
Thank you very much
Mmm, bopping bitches, popping pills 'til they dancing
I ain′t romantic, I ain't lighting candles
Death bound boy, bitch, I'm smoking on that cancer
Phone like me, dead, so no answer
Razor in my reach, bones hold it like a ransom
Walking work of art, so everybody glancing
Fine brush strokes, put the colors on the canvas
Smoking in the ocean, drinking on the shore
I feel like Bo Derek back in 1984
Step up to me wrong, get cut like a check
You bring your girl around
You gon′ lose her like Beck
You got a little buzz, just know it won′t last
You worried 'bout your image, me, I′m looking for the ash
You bringing up my past, it only make me laugh
See, I don't got shit to hide but go ahead and act
Sesh ′til I rest, still I have my brother's back
Ain′t nobody fucking with the team, that's a fact
My grandfather's ring, my father′s old coat
I′m looking like both when I'm up here in my zone
You thinking that you different
I hope you know you isn′t
Nobody likes your album, me?
I didn't even listen
I′m sticking to my pimping
My girl looking like Lizzie
McGuire, getting higher
'Til the stars start to glisten
I don′t know what you've been told
I just know you need to know
Nobody fucks with you
Ain't nobody fuck with you
This is s e s h radio 94.6
This is Hugh Dunnaway
Bringing you the news report
And, we have a little traffic now
Update on the 96 highway
Little traffic coming your way
Eastbound, it′s gonna be about
An hour or two wait if you′re trying
To get into downtown unfortunately
And then all of you people trying to
Get into the beach on highway four
You have pretty smooth sailing
Right now if you leave, but in about
Three or four hours I see the highways getting
Pretty congested
No accidents to report right now
Pretty smooth sailing, so
If you have any reports or anything
Call us back at 3248 55586
Thank you very much
Writer(s): Elmo O'connor, Alalu Alalu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

