Lyrics Easy Rider - Action Bronson
Praise
the
lord,
I
was
born
to
drive
boat
Feeling
like
Slash
in
front
of
the
chapel
I'm
leaned
back
with
the
Les
Paul
Shit
I
smoke
is
like
cholesterol
Spilled
dressin'
on
the
vest
at
the
festival,
The
best
of
all,
had
a
midget
Puerto
Rican
at
my
beck
and
call
Best
believe
that
there
was
neck
involved
Fucked
around
and
almost
wrecked
the
Saab
Uh,
we
took
acid
for
ten
days
straight
up
in
the
mountains
Started
running
with
the
stallions
Playing
frisbee
in
the
West
Indies,
did
the
tango
with
my
kidneys
Eyes
open,
now
I
know
just
who
my
kids
need
Rockin'
very
loose
pants,
yeah
Rockin'
very
loose
pants,
yeah
Bury
a
million
in
the
sand,
by
the
clock
tower
Before
I
die,
take
a
hot
shower
Ride
the
Harley
into
the
sunset,
Ride
the
Harley
into
the
sunset
Ride
the
Harley
into
the
sunset,
Ride
the
Harley
into
the
sunset
By
chance
I
seen
her
in
the
lobby
of
the
Ritz
With
her
man,
the
one
that
swings
a
hockey
stick
I
was
wearing
all
white,
and
my
hair
was
looking
precious
Shit,
I
might
cop
a
chest
and
a
dresser
A
little
machine
to
make
espresso
I
heard
your
bitch
still
wears
Ecko
Hide
the
drugs
behind
the
box
of
De
Cecco
Live
from
the
Expo,
it's
me
I
wear
the
wolf
in
the
winter,
steer
the
coupe
from
the
center
Who
gives
a
fuck,
I'm
a
sinner
I
had
dreams
of
fuckin'
Keri
Hilson
in
my
Duncans
Woke
up
naked
at
the
Hilton
with
a
bitch
that
look
like
Seal's
cousin
Bite
the
eel
by
the
dozen
(Got
to
take
it
for
the
team)
Bite
the
eel
by
the
dozen
Pump
the
bass
in
the
trunk,
shit
rattled
like
a
baby
hand
Except
this
toy
cost
80
grand
And
I'm
crazy
tan,
from
all
the
places
that
I've
been
Just
from
writing
words
with
a
pen
Tell
the
pilot
"Land
the
plane"
on
Roosevelt
and
Main
Put
a
jacuzzi
on
the
seven
train
And
lay
John
Coltrane
play
with
that
cocaine
face
I
know
your
crabs
from
that
Old
Bay
taste
The
brass
band
was
seven
pieces,
my
bitch's
name
is
Peaches
We
got
twin
Mac
elevens
with
the
features
Shit
you
barely
got
sneaker
money
So
much
dick
in
their
mouths,
that's
why
these
motherfuckers
speaking
funny
You
need
to
speak
clearer
dear,
cause
I
can't
hear
ya
(I
can't
hear
ya)
You
need
to
speak
clearer
dear,
cause
I
can't
hear
ya
The
Magic
Johnson
of
the
game
These
lames
don't
want
to
play
with
me
Smile
on
your
face,
but
I
really
know
you
hatin'
me
I
know
you
mad,
cause
I'm
sick,
and
it's
plain
to
see,
it's
me
Ride
the
Harley
into
the
sunset
Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.