Frank Leone - BUMP in the NIGHT lyrics

rate me

Stay floating, black top wrote it

Riding round town with that motherfucker loaded

Though my brain broken, stain left smoking

Riding round town with that

Girl, you looking outta place, clip the lace off

Throw it up and tumble off the cliff with the brakes locked

Flip the riff, I'll rip your face off

‘Cause I only fuck with the leaders of the pack, Vic and Based God

Dotted thoughts, rotted noggin', naughty rocking, knock it off

Independent thoughts in the trunk, drunk, drop it off

Nah, roll and blow ‘em at the man, blam

Hand on the weapon, left the death for the weatherman

We are the lost forgotten nautical soldiers

Skull cracked, dull matter splattered on our shoulders

Hold back, nothing but the opps slowing up

The new Rockefeller rocking acapella till it’s over

Burner on the oven, murder over nothing

Kids in the cribs getting murdered over nothing

Heard it off the record reckon Kirk’ll think of something

But the sun’s down and he ain’t budging with the budget

So fuck that, one hit for the road

With it 'bout to spit five clips in a row

But it ain’t no joke

Heard that blow, blow, blow

Red and blue lights gonna show

Too cold, lock and load

You look like Rocky Road

Bump in the night, lay low

Afloja mas el paso

Dead of night I’ll fade in with the lot no rolling

Holy roasted eighth on Gaud

I’ll paint my fucking rage all on the pavement of the nation block

And ride with it, admit it, shit is critical

Over analytical, a little bit of piffing and I

Stay floating, black top wrote it

Riding round town with that motherfucker loaded

Though my brain broken, my name potent

Riding round town with that

Bump, lay low underneath the floor

Too cold, never let it let you go, like

Bump, laying low, piling bodies on the road

Yeah, I’m too cold, never let ‘em let you go

Let it go, you gotta let it go

You gotta let it go

Tell ‘em I’ll take the globe, just let it go

I’ll stay floating, drop top toting

Riding round town, rounds pop unspoken

I’m the King of the Middle of the Map, fuck the media

Immediate deletion, ease the fear of Wikipedia

People, the lost cause are causing a lot of losses

And your daughter dipped dinner to ditch it under the faucet

All is fair in love and war across the border

But the court ordered an abortion of core portions for the poorer

Mortar casings on the lawns for the wrongly prominent mechanisms

Neck severing dead endeavoring devils prevalent, system alert

You’re worded properly officer, not a philosopher, so wander on home

They gonna fetch the chrome and frolic all alone, we better off grown