Song Lyrics
I m out here, that glass has got to be tipped
all the way to bk
go and sent it to em
This that shit that you can play in la, go and sent it to em, that lost gotta be found
All the way to bk, that glass has got to be tipped Postcards, told them i don t have the time
All the way to bk, we gonna bring it back to the beginning on this one, because this shit s about to go down
told them i don t have the time
i woke up in a city i can t even say the name of
Because this shit s about to go down, i ll send your ass a uh, this that shit that you can play in la
all the way to bk
I was thinkin of you i was thinkin of you, bag is packed and loaded and the drank is strong Grieves, i had to jump a pond to them
I ll send your ass a uh, that music s got to go up
Told them i don t have the time, i ll send your ass a you ll see
I m a vagabond, from chicago to seattle
got my luggage searched when i arrived
that glass has got to be tipped
i m a rolling stone
i ll send your ass a uh
Sensual curves come, that music s got to go up
I woke up in a city i can t even say the name of, feel fuckin crazy Postcards, all the way to bk
Go and send it to em, i ll send your ass a postcard
i was thinkin of you i was thinkin of you
all the way to bk
I ll send your ass a you ll see, this that shit that you can play in la, this that shit that you can play in la
all the way to bk
i woke up in a city i can t even say the name of
This that shit that you can play in la, that lost gotta be found Postcards, go and sent it to em
got my luggage searched when i arrived
Po-po thought that i was holding, because this shit s about to go down
I ll send you a post card, you can go ahead and let them know
that music s got to go up
That snare has to be crisp, all the way to bk, never really knowin when i m goin home
and that bass has got to be low
i ll send your ass a postcard
You can go ahead and say it loud, from chicago to seattle Grieves, go and send it to em
from chicago to seattle
Bag is packed and loaded and the drank is strong, sensual curves come Postcards, i ll send your ass a postcard
Never really knowin when i m goin home, i had to jump a pond to them
Never really knowin when i m goin home, go and sent it to em
Because this shit s about to go down, had to catch a flight to em
go and send it to em
Caught the a to jfk and had to hop on a plane, go and send it to em Postcards, i had to jump a pond to them
go and sent it to em
you can go ahead and let them know
Caught the a to jfk and had to hop on a plane, that lost gotta be found
because this shit s about to go down
I ll send your ass a you ll see, i ll send your ass a postcard Grieves, this that shit that you can play in la
Go and sent it to em, feel fuckin crazy
That music s got to go up, that ass has got to be round Postcards, that music s got to go up
go and sent it to em
Sensual curves come, that music s got to go up
i woke up in a city i ain t never even been to
and that bass has got to be low
I had to jump a pond to them, all the way to bk Grieves, i ll send your ass a postcard
Called my mama when i landed and told her not to be scared, sensual curves come
We gonna bring it back to the beginning on this one, i ll send your ass a postcard
Called my mama when i landed and told her not to be scared, i m a rolling stone, drank a couple whiskies in the air
Told them i don t have the time, because this shit s about to go down Postcards, drank a couple whiskies in the air
Caught the a to jfk and had to hop on a plane, this that shit that you can play in la, all the way to bk
From chicago to seattle, that music s got to go up, this that shit that you can play in la