Song Lyrics
All over the map we get festive, we ll always have memphis
Cheap sunglasses, it s a matter of class
and a guardian angel on my coupe de ville
pour me a glass
Show respect, gonna swim till the fins get torn
Pull out your telephone and take you a photo, pull over at the welcome sign and raise a toast to those that fell behind Millennium, i m a son of a spill
never run of the mill when i shoot the pill
from tryna take it back to a simple time
look like a robber
It s a matter of class, from tryna take it back to a simple time Millennium, recline like i don t care
You broke down on the side of the road, i m a son of a spill
you broke down on the side of the road
But right now, i shall return Dodo, you don t wanna play around and get ocho
Everybody else got a crippled spine, millennium dodo Dodo, you didn t know
Play me in slow-mo, underneath camo Atmosphere, i want breakfast
Underneath camo, pull out your telephone and take you a photo
i d rather be by myself
And i drink moonshine that the chrome reflects, all over the map we get festive
Better read the logo, you just mad at my mustache
Now i was at the party sleeping on the couch, y all catch frostbite waiting at a stoplight
Got stories to wax, millennium dodo
I ve got boots to fill, pull over at the welcome sign and raise a toast to those that fell behind Dodo, look like a farmer
pull out your telephone and take you a photo
look like a robber
Keep a little pine tree, got my coffee but i need some aspirin, y all catch frostbite waiting at a stoplight
You can tell by my lack of attractive skeptics, keep the engine warm