lirik lagu ghostface killah – different times zones
(feat. inspectah deck)
[intro: ghostface killah]
sitting in this library, man
reading these f-cking books
britannica encyclopedias, l. ron hubbard
tony robbins, and these m-th-f-ckas, youknowhatimsaying, sheek louch
[ghostface killah]
gl-sshouse, i reside by the library
yves saint laurent frames, sipping ciroc berry
burning the big dutch, sweet feet up
long ashes, hanging off the blunt then i pluck
fell back power napping, stones they cover my bones
bricks laying on my pinkie like tombstones
unb-tton my shirt, unloosen my tie
got the fireplace up real high, cuban maid sliding me cookies
tall gl-ss of lemonade, chandeliers hanging over my head
sitting like a cloud of haze
larry king on mute, they about to bury wesley for taxes
then shot across the two
then i grabbed the remote, hit the volume on the big lion
the screens in his mouth, a ninety inch giant
went to commercial, the phone rang
“yo, what up sheek?”, “ain’t nothing, tone, just on my dean”
“out here in queens, i bag me a queen”
“fed her all this sh-t she wanted to hear, she probably want the ring”
true…
[interlude: sheek louch]
yeah, different time zones, that’s all
i mean, i’m over here across seas
you over there in the states, you over there
but either way we gotta get this money, fam, yo, yeah
[sheek louch]
on the tenth floor looking over paris, my neighbors all embarr-ssed
cuz i’m -ss naked watching the clock
he hating, but his wife steady watching my c-ck
different time zones, steering wheel on the right
driving down the wrong street, thinking what the f-ck i’m gon’ eat tonight
white women laying in my bed, i can make a doc-mentary
on what race can give the best head
rae hit me on the text, told me that he like that new sh-t
last night that he heard on flex
alright cool, hit me up when you get down to brazil
if the weather’s right, f-ck it, i come down to chill
i got a briefcase of euros and indian money
every time i’m in customs, they look at me funny, yeah
[inspectah deck]
i’m out in south beach, first street, ocean ave.
amg6 with the oak dash
live the vip life, i ain’t spend a clam
i got weight on the spot, that’s ‘instagrams’
pretty boos in jimmy choo’s with t-tties loose
in the mood, getting nude in the swimming pool
i’m doing my thing, how i’m repping
they salute king, and they don’t even know i’m wu-tang
name heavy, phone call to my ace diego
for anything, what up, man? connect me
i sn-tch bank like four, five, six
deuce high, watch a dude ride, i’m on my sh-t
up in mansion, salute, world famous inspectah
click large, homey, put some more tables together
wild for the night, i ain’t even think about my flight
i got some b-tches and they tripping off that powder white
aiyo, yo, yo, kiss each other, yo…
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