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Murs
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《Captain California》 作词 : Nicholas Carter/Leonard Smythe/Jordan Elizabeth Caceres
作曲 : Nicholas Carter/Leonard Smythe/Jordan Elizabeth Caceres
I can't wait to quit this ****in' job
Light up my cigarette
Exhale the negativity and hop on to the bus
I'm stinkin' like some french fries
I'm thirsty I'm tired
Tomorrow I might cuss my boss out and get fired
Sittin' in the corner mindin' my business
The **** this ***** lookin' at
I know she hella trippin'
**** you lookin' at
Got nothin' better to do
Than start problems on public transportation
What a pathetic existence
She's doggin' with persistence uh
This ***** is comin' up to me
Girl you don't wanna **** with me
Waste no time post up blows thrown
The s**t you gotta deal
With in the big city just tryin' to go home
What a s**tty day can't wait to hit my sheets
I can't wait to get my car
I'm ****in' tired of these streets
I'm ****in' sick of this ****in' bulls**t
Yo today been hella breezy receivin' hella tips
Next customer in line
I can't believe it's that ***** oh hell no
I gotta be professional
So I ain't poppin' off
But don't trip I'll put
That special in that extra special sauce hoe
One uh those one uh those one uh those
One uh those one uh those days
One uh those one uh those one uh those
One uh those one uh those days
One uh those one uh those one uh those
One uh those one uh those days
One uh those one uh those one uh those
One uh those one uh those days
Hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo
Roll a dollar about to head up to drayo's
Never had to lay low
Always had a halo
Plus I got a ***** to suck my **** when I say so
And ayo
The ****
This ***** hit me up out the side of his truck
I'm like what
***** this midtown
Bust a U-Turn if you really wanna get down
Oh s**t he really 'bout to turn around
Hol' up
Let me turn my music d- I said, say my *****
Oh s**t he pullin' out the hammer
A left minded home I was in my pajamas
See I woke up late
Realized I hadn't ate
Went to my favorite place and thought
That I would be straight
I hop back in my whip tried to run the ***** over
Hopin' that he didn't see the plates on the rover
Made a right on Cloverdale then a left
Parked in the driveway then ran up the steps
I grabbed my piece hopped back in the streets
I know this young ************
Don't really want beef
Look I'm 30 something
Still down to murder something
But when I stopped to think about it
It was all over nothing
So **** it
I'm about to head to the crib
Then aww s**t
Look who it is
I know this ************ ain't really gettin' tacos
I parked in the red grabbed my s**t and I walked slow
Right up behind him
I put my gun in his back
I said yeah my *****
What was up with all of that
**** what you wanna do this what you gonna do
Hands in your pocket
Keep your eyeb***s in front of you
Then this lady came
And kissed him on the cheek
He said hi mom
And then they both start to speak
I said ah s**t this young punk
He gangbangin'
When he 'bout to meet his mama for lunch
The line for the tacos was long anyways
So I walked off laughin'
It was one of those days
One uh those one uh those one uh those
One uh those one uh those days
One uh those one uh those one uh those
One uh those one uh those days
One uh those one uh those one uh those
One uh those one uh those days
One uh those one uh those one uh those
One uh those one uh those days