k** Miami - MCR lyrics

Verse1: See it's a crispy one! Ya know I'm back again This a get tipsy one! Tell her she can bring a friend Still chickens get there dixy on! Chick Tryna lips me one! Brother go flip me one! I'm faded! On that whiskey one Couple g of pukka she a frisky one Safe s** with latex but still I'm on a Risky one Pound then I'm quickly gone! Bounce get my stiffler on! My js look cray so man ask me where my rizla from Listener imma drifter and landed in from planet zong Stinking of chronic and Spitting with a dragon tongue In the streets there are Sticks that beat Harry's wand I ain't never grabbin one I ain't on a shoot and run 100 proof I set the booth alight when I am done The truth alligned with a sense of rhyme and pun I got pukka in my lungs and true love for these drums I put two up slums and put my j up to the sun Chorus: On the high road money is all I know Been on these streets since day, all work no play, and I'll tell ya what I know I need that crow I got that p**y in my eye Give me 3 barrels fast I will show you relaps and like tell you I don't know why I'm on that crow That p**y left me me sky All I need is a real good team round me and a couple mandem by my side Verse2: I'm on that gypsy one, you know I back a friend Bare knuckle fisty one, working on a stack again I see bigguns get there pixie on Outta pukka shout a brother I know that he will lick me one, I'm rolling like I'm undercover uncovered a gritty one Discover my true cover is a cover so just pick me one You can stick me kong ,you know that I will take em on Crazy how I break a song imagine Tryna waste me one Breaking fractions so you know I know the 8th is on You wanna race I'm asking I've you've got the pace for one I'm taking off! Blazing one the size of Charlie sloth You know I set the party off! Margin win is half a loss And imma stick it to the man that's said the wicked way would fail On that bed of nails! Weighty man I'm of the scale Know I rock it so I stock the beat with rails I'm on that top sh** ya not sh**! You know I keep it trill Chorus: On the high road money is all I know Been on these streets since day, all work no play, and I'll tell ya what I know I need that crow I got that p**y in my eye Give me 3 barrels fast I will show you relaps and like tell you I don't know why I'm on that crow That p**y left me me sky All I need is a real good team round me and a couple mandem by my side