Mayday!

Mayday! - The Barricade lyrics

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[Chorus]

She got a fake id and she wanna be Miami-made

Superbad bitch, all these drugs in Miami great

Bath Salt rockin in my moccisens I’m glad we came

Party with the zombies, till the bodies hit the barricade

hit the barricade, hit the barricade

Party with the zombies, till the bodies hit the barricade

hit the barricade, hit the barricade

Party with the zombies, till the bodies hit the barricade

Too many places, can’t remember faces

Lately on my fuck up send that’s charity donation

I’m tryina give em all some love but do I have the patience

If I’m busy fighting all these demons that I’m facing

They chasing, they chasing

Haters wanna erase em, blowing loud he’s so brazing

Maneuvers always evasive,

Hit rock bottom rock and since

All these ...talk shit

Seen horses peeled out in the strip

And models turned down in this bitch, bitch

Lost in translation, money money still wasted

Swishers sweet and 2 white russian

We like to call em caucasian

Numb to every sensation, so fuck your radio station

Turn me up on that zombie shit

While I’m bombing this town red when I’m painting

[Chorus]

She got a fake id and she wanna be mine to made

Superbad bitch, all these drugs in miami great

Bass all knocking and my mockesies I’m glad we came

Party with the zombies, till the bodies hit the barricade

hit the barricate, hit the barricade

Party with the zombies, till the bodies hit the barricade

hit the barricate, hit the barricade

Party with the zombies, till the bodies hit the barricade

Ok, if I have another drink it’s really gonna get to be a little problem

6 shots and I line em all up on the bar,

Get 4 friends, you and I evolve em

Down just a bit too much molly

Lock jaw and I’m sweating like a lemonade

Fuck a club and I never priced up

Get em up, send them subs in the motherfucking everglades

Renegades to the glicks and glamour fashion show

Cause nobody gives a fuck what you wearing on your buck

When you broke and your cash is low

I’ma down another drink for the city that I’m in

Cause it really ain’t no place like it

Lot of cooked up hoes get the right 2 doors

Back home and they liable to dike it

City with the heat is, now give me the little sneakers

I’m taking it to the meters and nobody can defeat us

We’re living to give me speed is

I’m addicted to the game, can’t tell me shit

This is just another banger from the medical examiner

I’ve been getting at your ...so get another challenger

And just know this

[Chorus]

She got a fake id and she wanna be mine to made

Superbad bitch, all these drugs in miami great

Bass all knocking and my mockesies I’m glad we came

Party with the zombies, till the bodies hit the barricade

hit the barricade, hit the barricade

Party with the zombies, till the bodies hit the barricade

hit the barricade, hit the barricade

Party with the zombies, till the bodies hit the barricade.

Thanks to GaminAngel for correcting these lyrics

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Anonymous
Sunday 3rd of February 2013 20:16
She got a fake id and she wanna be my "mermaid"