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Asher Roth

Genres: Hip-Hop

Charlie Chaplin Lyrics - Asher Roth

I lay around on a rainy day 

Ashing in the sheets 

Hold them down and just fade away 

Happy little feet 

I want to try to drown whatever's happening to me 

I walk with out a sound, Charlie Chaplin on the beat 

Probably never figure out what is up or what is down 

What is now, or what it's all about 

So I chill and look around 

It's in the air, it's in the sound, it's in the year 

No doubt, show us what's got bounce 

Curl up next to the girl right beside me 

Slide up all inside it 

Ride it, reall really ride it 

Let it fly higher than a motherfucker 

We just set it up direct, get our message from the clouds 

The rain's getting stronger as I hit it harder 

Ms. Marijuana, she's a superstar 

Doing what she want, upper echelon 

It's the fond of this Family Matter from Dupont 

Come on baby, let it flaunt 

How it never gets better than this, just have kids 

Oh but wait a minute, turn it down, burn it down, learning now 

Talker of the town talking up a storm 

This the calm before it 

Call Dorothy, tell her bring the courage 

Ain't a thing that could deter it 

It's the Earth, it's the uni 

Working in perfect cursive through one person, let it burn 

Word, and after Asher ash get passed to me 

Whoever can last the smoke deserves a toast 

Raise your glass to me 

Last a cut of your currency and let the current be 

Car in need of speed has got me in a flow, like the current beat 

I'm fried, my mind is on the skillet 

if you feeling naughty don't conceal it 

I'm feeling it too 

What you willing to do 

You spilling the truth by moving on it 

I like them girls that rock Jordans but could Louboutin it 

Moving smooth like lube is on it 

Prefer a real woman, but tonight I like hoes 

You feeling frisky, you got a man, you feeling risky 

You feel the whiskey, please don't try to kill the will to kiss me 

Miss, I got a fear of miles and a fear of vows 

I'm not trying to share a house but we can share a couch 

As of now we just here to have a good time 

And if we're meant to go further then we should grind 

But don't press it, don't stress it, just let it go 

I said it before, follow the flow from the man of cold 

You sipping Petron, try not to throw up in my place, cause 

Girl you got that bomb, hope it don't blow up in my face 

Welcome to this time and 

All my green like Kermit 

Mobster, pimping gang monster, Herman 

I believe in multiple wives, like a Mormon 

Especially when she got them thighs, I want to go in 

black and gold Trojans 

Attractive hoes, try to hold a moment 

My pimping game gotta roam, no lids 

Manifest where the bed bitch, from the low end 

Dime from the hundreds, manifest with no hands 

Mackin DNA, my pimples sway, they go in 

Y'all blow money, I prefer to blow strands 

Elevated gism, macking game promotion 

Shit, yup the ism in this bitch 

Only spending money made from tipping in this bitch 

She attracted to the gizzle, forgive me for your bitch 

But she chose the manifest, it benefit the skim 

Low nas, searching for that meaning of life 

And a shot of Jameson, poison I was playing in 

Pride I was laying in, 

broke rubber what I came in in 

With the lateness, we conceive greatness 

And when it's war, please be cautious of them smiling faces 

I'm moving wise and smoking Bible scriptures in my Bathing rocks 

And as we walk Luke, 

I guess it's all Revelations 

That's relics here, soothes your relatives, rhythm salacious 

Ripping, when it's nude beaches to that naked eye 

Plain to see that naked truth, naked gun if you criticize 

Tune toes down, my mind still in orbit 

Only fear is hell, I'm straight out the dark what God's thinking now 

So I guess I've seen the light, trying to follow my fate 

Some people don't see it 'til the medic trying to make they pupils dialate 

A submarine deeper than the rap 

And I don't hear the bullshit, homie, this song Charlie Chaplin 

 

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