Taxi Cab Music

[Intro] Taxi! [Verse 1] White shirt, black tie, black lights, white lies No socks, black pants, tailored to the right size Crib is a mess but if you're around you should stop by Take her to Chow's but every other night I'm eating Popeyes It's raining outside but I'm dressed like man fuck it Oxford on, sleeves rolled up, pants got them tucked in Feeling like a young JFK, Manhattan's my Nantucket Trying to fill it all the way up till' I kick the damn bucket Fuck a Maybach, a couple May's back I was amazed that Pops was in prison, every fight turned to a cage match My girl tell me she just want to see the old Dave back But me and disappointment go way back, I pray that I make it home soon, lean back watch the fare rise Windows down, Funkmaster Flex on the air live Trying to get there cause' I think, no I swear I'm Too sick to dap the homie so I throw him air fives Giving directions, at different intersections If Flatbush is at your left then we should be there in a second Like damn man, I think we took a wrong turn Not a Tigers fan but I hope you fuckers all burn This ain't Maybach music, this that I can't believe I made that music Fuck that, this that I can't believe he had the nerve to say that music That Brooklyn rooftop chilling, laid back music I'm laid back, Ima' bring it down cause' What goes comes back around and All I know is that you reap what you sow Pay back's a bitch until she gets what she is owed So I'm an old soul, young body, I'm probably Going to trot along by myself, live and love, die alone And I think that I'm the best like Dylan Phone ringing like a fire alarm, I am giant strong Hot with an iron on, I don't need to try it on This Louis Vuitton is real boy, yours is iron on I am on some take me to Zion I'm eyeing the prizes mom and I don't know my right from wrong I should write a poem, roses are dead violets are gone In the taxi cab chilling, wake me up when we finally home Yeah, wake me up when we finally home Taxi cab chilling, wake me up when we finally home [Outro] I'm just trying to be, what they want me to be So I'm staring out the window riding in my taxi I'm outta' here for all of y'all Don't bother texting, don't try to call