Scram Jones

Scram Jones - Wildside lyrics

rate me

My pop worked for Pepsi, couldn’t drink Coca-Cola

Took tabs and I don’t mean that other cola soda

Mean the shit that make me flip more than the motor roller

After 7 hours wishing I was only sober

Now I stick to licking some like a social smoker

Spend it then I spit it, you can call me Tony Toga

Ever since my sister pushed me into the broken…

I’ve been mobile like a sprinter without minutes rolling over

It was the beginning when I thought the role was over

Got my hunger back, ribs is touching tony …

Sun upon my lap, chips almost broke my shoulders

Monkey on my back, gorillas on the rollercoaster

Went to war but years turned me to a colder soldier

When they tell me that it’s time to rock I’m gonna throw a boulder

Roll them over, jump behind the wheel, rocking on promoter show

My motor got a drive, so I’m sending home the cchauffeur

Before this digital, you really know what live was

Before this digital, you really know what live was

Before this digital, you really know what live was

I grab the mike, steal the wheel, but I ain’t snatch a bike

… stay down to earth but I’m a satellite

I’m up half the night, with jet lag, but that don’t have no flight

Still … is luggage, scram tonight

Day time drunk, I had to …

Put on my hazel lights, jay z voice this can’t be life

… this can’t be right

Tell a hater go fuck yourself, I’m Aphrodite

Got dreams of paradise, bunnies up on tantum bikes

80 degrees Fahrenheit, nothing but green traffic lights

They said they trying to grab a slice, acting shots

…in and after life, come back to life, it’s rats and mice

Too much bad advice, I guess they say that’s the price

When you’re trying to just do it, but really got no cash for nikes

Makes you wanna slap a rapper twice with a bag or rice…

Before this digital, you really know what live was

Before this digital, you really know what live was

Before this digital, you really know what live was

I used to rock on a task…

Now I rock with a …

I’ma rock like the… no more backseat

I hold that heat like Mozambic,

Up nowhere… in your..teeth

I blow fire… no job I push my own black jeep

To my show last week

And know I don’t sleep, I’m a midnight marauder

Trying to get life in order, had to fist fight my lawyer

…told me that she like I’m a new Yorker, but doesn’t like I’m shorter…

…across the usa, but she never lost her head

Even when she was giving head

She says hey babe, take a walk on the wildside

Hey babe, take a walk on the wildside.

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