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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Action Bronson
Vocals
Mazhar Ve Fuat
Sampler
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Nealis
Composer
Mazhar Alanson
Composer
Zafer Hakansoy
Composer
Ariyan Arslani
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Action Bronson
Executive Producer
Justin Nealis
Recording Engineer
David Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Ryan West
Mixing Engineer
Party Supplies
Producer
Lyrics
Praise the lord, I was born to drive boat
Feeling like slash in front of the chapel
I'm leaned back with the Les Paul
Shit I smoke is like cholesterol
Spilled dressin' on the vest at the festival
The best of all, had a midget Puerto Rican at my beck and call
Best believe that there was neck involved
Fucked around and almost wrecked the Saab, uh
We took acid for ten days straight up in the mountains
Started running with the stallions
Playing Frisbee in the West Indies, did the tango with my kidneys
Eyes open, now I know just who my kids need
Rockin' very loose pants, yeah
Rockin' very loose pants, yeah
Bury a million in the sand, by the clock tower
Before I die, take a hot shower
Ride the Harley into the sunset, ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset, ride the Harley into the sunset
By chance, I seen her in the lobby of the Ritz
With her man, the one that swings a hockey stick
I was wearing all white, and my hair was looking precious
Shit, I might cop a chest and a dresser
A little machine to make espresso
I heard your bitch still wears Ecko
Hide the drugs behind the box of De Cecco
Live from the Expo, it's me
I wear the wolf in the winter, steer the coupe from the center
Who gives a fuck? I'm a sinner
I had dreams of fuckin' Keri Hilson in my Duncans
Woke up naked at the Hilton with a bitch that look like Seal's cousin
Bite the eel by the dozen (got to take it for the team)
Bite the eel by the dozen
Pump the bass in the trunk, shit rattled like a baby hand
Except this toy cost 80 grand
And I'm crazy tan, from all the places that I've been
Just from writing words with a pen
Tell the pilot "Land the plane on Roosevelt and Main"
Put a jacuzzi on the seven train
And lay John Coltrane play with that cocaine face
I know your crabs from that Old Bay taste
The brass band was seven pieces, my bitch's name is Peaches
We got twin Mac elevens with the features
Shit, you barely got sneaker money
So much dick in their mouths, that's why these motherfuckers speaking funny
You need to speak clearer, dear, 'cause I can't hear ya (I can't hear ya)
You need to speak clearer, dear, 'cause I can't hear ya, shit
The Magic Johnson of the game
These lames don't wanna play with me
Smile on your face, but I really know you hatin' me
I know you mad, 'cause I'm sick, and it's plain to see, it's me
Ride the Harley into the sunset, ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset, ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset, ride the Harley into the sunset
Writer(s): Yunus Emre, Mahmut Mazhar Alanson, Zafer Hakansoy, Ariyan Arslani, Justin Michael Nealis
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