Easy Rider Lyrics - Action Bronson

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 

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 

Ride the Harley into the sunset 

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