paroles de chanson SittinOnChrome - BONES

Every single day I'm tryna get my mind together
Sitting on chrome brought the sunny weather
Every single day I'm tryna make my pockets heavy
Pulling up my draws seats, Italian leather

I know what I'm supposed to do
She say, "Bones, I just wanna get close to you"
I know what I'm supposed to do
I'm fresh out the lot, my pimping brand new

What I'm supposed to do
She say, "Bones, I just wanna get close to you"
I know what I'm supposed to do
I'm fresh out the lot, my pimping brand new

I was caught up in a jam, god to the damn
Blade in my sock and a pistol in my hand
No blam, squeeze but it jam
Not today, baby, I'll be damned

I rolled out all my gold out
Scoped the whole route
Like I hope the hoes out
I collect dough like I just pass gold
Every 24, that's the way it goes
(Yeah, right on)
(Yeah, right on, ah)

I know what I'm supposed to do
She say, "Bones, I just wanna get close to you"
I know what I'm supposed to do
I'm fresh out the lot, my pimping brand new

I
I know
I'm fresh out the lot, my pimping brand new