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    Action Bronson - Easy Rider
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    [Verse 1]
    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
    [Hook] [x4]
    Ride the Harley into the sunset

    [Verse 2]
    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 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

    [Verse 3]
    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

    [Verse 4]
    The Magic Johnson of the game
    These lames don't want to 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
    [Hook] [x6]
    [Outro: Guitar]
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