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"Wildside" lyrics by SCRAM JONES
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My pop worked for Pepsi, couldn't drink Coca-Cola
Took tabs and I don't mean that other cola soda
Mean the shit that make me flip more than the motor roller
After 7 hours wishing I was only sober
Now I stick to licking some like a social smoker
Spend it then I spit it, you can call me Tony Toga
Ever since my sister pushed me into the broken [?]
I've been mobile like a sprinter without minutes rolling over
It was the beginning when I thought the role was over
Got my hunger back, ribs is touching tony [?]
Sun upon my lap, chips almost broke my shoulders
Monkey on my back, gorillas on the rollercoaster
Went to war but years turned me to a colder soldier
When they tell me that it's time to rock I'm gonna throw a boulder
Roll them over, jump behind the wheel, rocking on promoter show
My motor got a drive, so I'm sending home the cchauffeur

Before this digital, you really know what live was
Before this digital, you really know what live was
Before this digital, you really know what live was

I grab the mike, steal the wheel, but I ain't snatch a bike
[?] stay down to earth but I'm a satellite
I'm up half the night, with jet lag, but that don't have no flight
Still [?] is luggage, scram tonight
Day time drunk, I had to [?]
Put on my hazel lights, jay z voice this can't be life
[?] this can't be right
Tell a hater go fuck yourself, I'm Aphrodite
Got dreams of paradise, bunnies up on tantum bikes
80 degrees Fahrenheit, nothing but green traffic lights
They said they trying to grab a slice, acting shots
[?] in and after life, come back to life, it's rats and mice
Too much bad advice, I guess they say that's the price
When you're trying to just do it, but really got no cash for nikes
Makes you wanna slap a rapper twice with a bag or rice [?]

Before this digital, you really know what live was
Before this digital, you really know what live was
Before this digital, you really know what live was

I used to rock on a task [?]
Now I rock with a [?]
I'm a rock like the [?] no more backseat
I hold that heat like Mozambic,
Up nowhere [?] in your [?] teeth
I blow fire [?] no job I push my own black jeep
To my show last week
And know I don't sleep, I'm a midnight marauder
Trying to get life in order, had to fist fight my lawyer
[?] told me that she like I'm a new Yorker, but doesn't like I'm shorter [?]
[?] across the usa, but she never lost her head
Even when she was giving head
She says hey babe, take a walk on the wildside
Hey babe, take a walk on the wildside.

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