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lyrics
Back seat of the Uber with the Peach Bellini
Tinted windows riding through the city
Eyes wide shut cuz the grind ain't pretty
Ears to the streets cuz these niggas petty
And for the truth about reality they not ready
While they tripping on the bullshit I rock steady
They can't rise to the occasion cuz they souls' heavy
The beat the driver's playing sounds heaven-ly
And he might get a 5 star rating
He might get a 5 star rating
I, love looking through tinted windows at the world
And I, would rather go where the wind blows
What do I know
Wanna know why my thoughts stay present tense….
The fuck you mean, it’s how we master environments….
Wize Ho Chi Minh, slow-moti promethazine, wrestled
Laviathine, man vs god, god vs machine, geode tourmaline,
Your eyes sparkling, can feel your soul marveling, let me see that
Arch…. in your back, girl damn you stacked, plus you kick 120
Back and that’s a fact, we can split a loud pack and just relax, and
Watch the world turn black, stay high forever, with no relapse and
Immortality, yes Perhaps….and she might get a 5 star rating,
she might get a 5 star rating.
I, love looking through tinted windows at the world
And I, would rather go where the wind blows
What do I know
Posted in the parking garage
It's a ménage
Uber driver cute looking like El Debarge
3 girls in the back give each other massage
El pulls out his iPhone gonna make them all stars
And he might get a 5 star rating
He might get a 5 star rating
I, love looking through tinted windows at the world
And I, would rather go where the wind blows
What do I know