E.B.I.T.D.A. Songtext
von Clipse feat. Pharrell Williams
E.B.I.T.D.A. Songtext
I mean the hills like vitamin C, I mean yellow like bright as a bee
I mean the sun like bright as can be, F80, not you tied to me
Just a gift from A to B and ain′t drivin' to see
The path laid the Eiffel, army won′t turn the parades off
God bless takeoff
I said I want the Rolls-Royce with the drapes off
And it ain't electric, so it's way off
Send it back
Sendin′ for the Gordo pies, picked up the tour on drive
Straight up the 405, the way that the border′s designed
I'm feelin′ like the lord of disguise, arms like two-forty-five
Hit him, make sure that he dies, the text won't ever reply
The feds came and collected my guys
The rain pours and I′m hearin' their cries
Went from heaters up to fevers up
In the back, the seat is up
Now I′m ten times the E-biter
If you let the money talk, who speakin' up?
I'm sleepwalkin′, y′all don't dream enough
My third passport, I ain′t seen enough
If you can breathe up there, it ain't steep enough
Scale don′t lie, you ain't even us
Yeah, shorty want me hit her like an archer
But I′m not that sprint, so I starve her
How we fit thirty studs in the collar?
Open the sunroof, wave to my father
Rememberin' the shipments at the Portsmouth Harbor
Somethin' for the face numbers and the Nadas
Grew up playin′ real-life Contra
Never give up, that′s the mantra
Liftin' all this weight, now I live behind the gate
Should DJ the way they diggin′ through the crates
Bustin' bricks on the plate
I need more space to make pace
The rap house is runnin′ outta tape
The drug money bustin' out the safes
Scammers runnin′ in and out of Chase
Bottle servers runnin' outta Ace
Went from heaters up to fevers up
In the back, the seat is up
Now I'm ten times the E-biter
If you let the money talk, who speakin′ up?
I′m sleepwalkin', y′all don't dream enough
My third passport, I ain′t seen enough
If you can breathe up there, it ain't steep enough
Scale don′t lie, you ain't even us
I mean the sun like bright as can be, F80, not you tied to me
Just a gift from A to B and ain′t drivin' to see
The path laid the Eiffel, army won′t turn the parades off
God bless takeoff
I said I want the Rolls-Royce with the drapes off
And it ain't electric, so it's way off
Send it back
Sendin′ for the Gordo pies, picked up the tour on drive
Straight up the 405, the way that the border′s designed
I'm feelin′ like the lord of disguise, arms like two-forty-five
Hit him, make sure that he dies, the text won't ever reply
The feds came and collected my guys
The rain pours and I′m hearin' their cries
Went from heaters up to fevers up
In the back, the seat is up
Now I′m ten times the E-biter
If you let the money talk, who speakin' up?
I'm sleepwalkin′, y′all don't dream enough
My third passport, I ain′t seen enough
If you can breathe up there, it ain't steep enough
Scale don′t lie, you ain't even us
Yeah, shorty want me hit her like an archer
But I′m not that sprint, so I starve her
How we fit thirty studs in the collar?
Open the sunroof, wave to my father
Rememberin' the shipments at the Portsmouth Harbor
Somethin' for the face numbers and the Nadas
Grew up playin′ real-life Contra
Never give up, that′s the mantra
Liftin' all this weight, now I live behind the gate
Should DJ the way they diggin′ through the crates
Bustin' bricks on the plate
I need more space to make pace
The rap house is runnin′ outta tape
The drug money bustin' out the safes
Scammers runnin′ in and out of Chase
Bottle servers runnin' outta Ace
Went from heaters up to fevers up
In the back, the seat is up
Now I'm ten times the E-biter
If you let the money talk, who speakin′ up?
I′m sleepwalkin', y′all don't dream enough
My third passport, I ain′t seen enough
If you can breathe up there, it ain't steep enough
Scale don′t lie, you ain't even us
Writer(s): Pharrell Williams, Terrence Thornton, Gene Thornton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
