Common - Out On Bond lyrics

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Common - Out On Bond lyrics

(feat. Vince Staples) [Common:] Fresh out the county, shoes with no laces Plastic bag carryin, no toothpastes iPhone, belt by Gucci Bands with loose change and some car keys To the Maserati, license plate read 'GODBODY' Pa**enger side only ride hot bodies When we was young as we wanted, show our bodies Cadillac Com from the Southside army The army now, don't try to harm me now It's my time, you can't alarm me now I ball, b**hes wanna palm me now Vacation in palm tree style In the morning where the dons be now Drinkin lattes, over breakfast I pray and end it with an ashe Cops say we lookin for a n***a thats dressed nice Seats be goin way back just like Just-Ice Black leather wearin justice on the collar Change is we only ain't trustin the dollars Try to get me, get wet like bed sheets Poli' with technique, and let the text speak Like the led conference I rap off the head conscience Freestyle, free trap n***az from bondage Every word you heard is bond is Double-0-87, on some Bond sh**, I'm out on bond [Chorus:] Preposterous chains, top notch dames (I'm out on bond) Preposterous chains, top notch dames (I'm out on bond) Preposterous chains, top notch dames (I'm out on bond) Preposterous chains, top notch dames [Vince Staples:] Fresh out the county, shoes with no laces Los Padrinos to juvenile placement All for C-notes, the feds confiscatin Back to that block with brains on the pavement Paid restitution, O from the lootin Took cause they did it, you was influenced Your mind gone, life don't seem much bigger than your time zone, broke as the rich get richer Blunt-burnt lips and a worn-out liver That's everyday livin, guns everywhere chillin Got you feelin like there's money comin sooner than later 'Til then, I'll be runnin from the judge and the bailiff Crime commitin cause these women love a man in Mercedes I never save for when it's rainy, hope Jehovah can save me While I'm out dumb buyin, tryin to find my time 'Til I hit the main line in that cell confined [Chorus] Preposterous chains, top notch dames Cla**ic rap music, rollin in the Range ... Preposterous chains, top notch dames Cla**ic rap music, rollin in the Range