Wild Wild West - Cold Hart

hundred seventeen like it’s the Grand Prix

We could take a trip to the west side

We could take a trip to the west side

We could take a trip to the west side (oh-oh)

Look at palm trees at the street lights (street lights)

Hopping on the metro, blue line (blue line)

We ain’t got no money but it’s alright (yeah, fuck it)

I just wanna cuff you like one time (like one time)

And I won’t say a word till the one time (fuck twice)

Blowing our gas on the East Side (can not tell)

Laying on the beach, getting tan lines ('cause lights out)

Buying old at the (till I’m old)

Getting so fried that we can’t speak (I can’t speak)

Posing with the gang, and they grimey (they grimey)

hundred seventeen like it’s the Grand Prix (skrr)

They’re like, «Where the fuck you been?»

(Where you been?)

'Cause it ain’t been the same since (no, oh)

Let’s go to Burger Hut again (let's go)

In your old Mercedes Benz (oh)

The refinery

Lets me know I’m home (oh)

So just come with me

Meet me

We could take a trip to the west side

Look at palm trees at the street lights (street lights)

Hopping on the metro, blue line (blue line)

We ain’t got no money but it’s alright (yeah, fuck it)

I just wanna cuff you like one time (fuck once)

And I won’t say a word till the one time (fuck twice)

Blowing our gas on the East Side (can not tell)

Laying on the beach, getting tan lines ('cause lights out)

Buying old at the (till I’m old)

Getting so fried that we can’t speak (oh)

Posing with the gang, and they grimey (oh)

hundred seventeen like it’s the Grand Prix (skrr)

Ay, RIP

Fly high

hundred seventeen like it’s the Grand Prix