Frank Leone - BUMP in the NIGHT lyrics

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Frank Leone - BUMP in the NIGHT lyrics

Stay floating, black top wrote it Riding round town with that motherf**ker loaded Though my brain broken, stain left smoking Riding round town with that Girl, you looking outta place, clip the lace off Throw it up and tumble off the cliff with the brakes locked Flip the riff, I'll rip your face off 'Cause I only f**k with the leaders of the pack, Vic and Based God Dotted thoughts, rotted noggin', naughty rocking, knock it off Independent thoughts in the trunk, drunk, drop it off Nah, roll and blow 'em at the man, blam Hand on the weapon, left the d**h for the weatherman We are the lost forgotten nautical soldiers Skull cracked, dull matter splattered on our shoulders Hold back, nothing but the opps slowing up The new Rockefeller rocking acapella till it's over Burner on the oven, murder over nothing Kids in the cribs getting murdered over nothing Heard it off the record reckon Kirk'll think of something But the sun's down and he ain't budging with the budget So f**k that, one hit for the road With it 'bout to spit five clips in a row But it ain't no joke Heard that blow, blow, blow Red and blue lights gonna show Too cold, lock and load You look like Rocky Road Bump in the night, lay low Afloja mas el paso Dead of night I'll fade in with the lot no rolling Holy roasted eighth on Gaud I'll paint my f**king rage all on the pavement of the nation block And ride with it, admit it, sh*t is critical Over an*lytical, a little bit of piffing and I Stay floating, black top wrote it Riding round town with that motherf**ker loaded Though my brain broken, my name potent Riding round town with that Bump, lay low underneath the floor Too cold, never let it let you go, like Bump, laying low, piling bodies on the road Yeah, I'm too cold, never let 'em let you go Let it go, you gotta let it go You gotta let it go Tell 'em I'll take the globe, just let it go I'll stay floating, drop top toting Riding round town, rounds pop unspoken I'm the King of the Middle of the Map, f**k the media Immediate deletion, ease the fear of Wikipedia People, the lost cause are causing a lot of losses And your daughter dipped dinner to ditch it under the faucet All is fair in love and war across the border But the court ordered an abortion of core portions for the poorer Mortar casings on the lawns for the wrongly prominent mechanisms Neck severing dead endeavoring devils prevalent, system alert You're worded properly officer, not a philosopher, so wander on home They gonna fetch the chrome and frolic all alone, we better off grown