Back 2 The Future Action Bronson
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[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Back to the future
Yo all I need is just a snippet of the orchestra
And now we rockin' leathers and my team is dippin' Porsches
Trained in special forces I remain the same
Modeling the rugby with the horses on it, I'm lookin' gorgeous on it
A light gallop
The suit is seersucker like a scallop
Cop the land and over time you see the price pile up
My life style the dream of money though it feel nostalgic
It's sunny skies and good karma that keep the cheese surrounding (You'd be astounded motha'fucka)
I'm known to kick it like I'm Ronaldinho
My rhymes are spicy as a jalapeño, '87 fine Yovino
Cash the drift, one leaf wrap up the reefer
Now the vision seem clear, just like the cover on the beeper
Zero-10, 7:15, month of July
Shorty blowing on my dick my eyes closed, smoke in the sky
Exhale, right through my nose
North bound, headed for gods
First check, a quarter mil
Half that, split with the squad, kid
[Interlude: Action Bronson]
Damn it's like, I don't even know which way to go no more man
Just reflecting on my life now
I gotta get with it
Yo
Back to the future
Yo all I need is just a snippet of the orchestra
And now we rockin' leathers and my team is dippin' Porsches
Trained in special forces I remain the same
Modeling the rugby with the horses on it, I'm lookin' gorgeous on it
A light gallop
The suit is seersucker like a scallop
Cop the land and over time you see the price pile up
My life style the dream of money though it feel nostalgic
It's sunny skies and good karma that keep the cheese surrounding (You'd be astounded motha'fucka)
I'm known to kick it like I'm Ronaldinho
My rhymes are spicy as a jalapeño, '87 fine Yovino
Cash the drift, one leaf wrap up the reefer
Now the vision seem clear, just like the cover on the beeper
Zero-10, 7:15, month of July
Shorty blowing on my dick my eyes closed, smoke in the sky
Exhale, right through my nose
North bound, headed for gods
First check, a quarter mil
Half that, split with the squad, kid
[Interlude: Action Bronson]
Damn it's like, I don't even know which way to go no more man
Just reflecting on my life now
I gotta get with it
Yo
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