Running Loops In Front Of Saint Basil's (Lost In Moscow) est une chanson en Anglais
Running around
Like I'm the yung
Russian mafia
Start rushing me
I'll show ya the true
Tommy holdin
JerrySon
With no limp
In his strut
In a bitches gut
Fishing up her demons, no matter the heart of that slut
If she caught lackin
Ain't no phones
To dial up
These bodies they pile up
It's a figment
Of my imagination
Can't talk to God
He been on vacation for so long
If you lost in Moscow
Lemme show you how
Lemme find you now
Lemme tell you how
If you lost in Moscow
I ain't in the snow no more
On a different soil but say nothing to me no more
The fedora is black
My sleek is back
My tie matches my
Rose red shoes
If you was a player
You'd be playin with teet
Pull up with my squad
It's me and me
Insisting I finna murder you in my dreams
Persistence
Only gonna make dreams a reality
I'm a Mob boss so that means
Don't expect no apologies
With the safety off
Move so cautiously
Winds in this place
You don't got your feet locked in easily
You got a God to meet
and a Buddha priest
He's got a lot to teach
Alcohol challenged your reach
But a breast I could touch
Suck and fuck on all week
Tell me how is that a reach?
If you was a player
You'd be playin with teet
Pull up with my squad
It's me and me
Insisting I finna murder you in my dreams
Persistence only gonna make dreams a reality
If you lost in Moscow
Lemme show you how
Lemme find you now
Lemme tell you how
If you lost in Moscow
I ain't in the snow no more
On a different soil
Say nothing to me no more
The fedora is black
My sleek is back
My tie matches my
Rose red shoes