Everyone in the World Is Doing Something Without Me Songtext
von The Future Sound of London
Everyone in the World Is Doing Something Without Me Songtext
Bright light shining all bright on the Bentley
Work the Cadillac, panoramic, no panties
Old school Chevy ′55 granddaddy
Gotta throw some salt on it, cause you know I'm getting at it
Throw the fork on it, then put it in traffic
Throw the sauce on it, got it flying out of Dallas
Hope you didn′t do it to yourself, that's tragic
Hope you didn't throw away what we established Hope you wouldn′t turn your back on your family
The way a nigga look ′round here, they'll back stab you
Word from your motherfucking brother, young nigga
I just wanna see you happy, I just wanna see you happy
Coming through the cut like a known Grim Reaper
Bout to get it straight finessed, tryna get a little cheaper
Hold on to that clip like a doped up needle
Girl hang on that strip with a four desert nigga
Nothing but a bad little bitch in some red bottoms
Where ya′ man at? heard that the Feds got em
I seen ya' cruise the Land Rover thru the west side
Gold Rolex, better check your peripheral
It′s a full moon in the middle of the day
Got them wolves out, rock a little Cartier
Got the trap jammed packed like The Masquerade
Know a few real ones ain't gon′ see they next birthday
Tell them
Work the Cadillac, panoramic, no panties
Old school Chevy ′55 granddaddy
Gotta throw some salt on it, cause you know I'm getting at it
Throw the fork on it, then put it in traffic
Throw the sauce on it, got it flying out of Dallas
Hope you didn′t do it to yourself, that's tragic
Hope you didn't throw away what we established Hope you wouldn′t turn your back on your family
The way a nigga look ′round here, they'll back stab you
Word from your motherfucking brother, young nigga
I just wanna see you happy, I just wanna see you happy
Coming through the cut like a known Grim Reaper
Bout to get it straight finessed, tryna get a little cheaper
Hold on to that clip like a doped up needle
Girl hang on that strip with a four desert nigga
Nothing but a bad little bitch in some red bottoms
Where ya′ man at? heard that the Feds got em
I seen ya' cruise the Land Rover thru the west side
Gold Rolex, better check your peripheral
It′s a full moon in the middle of the day
Got them wolves out, rock a little Cartier
Got the trap jammed packed like The Masquerade
Know a few real ones ain't gon′ see they next birthday
Tell them
Writer(s): Brian Dougans, Gary Cobain Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com