Out On Bond Lyrics

from Nobody's Smiling

"Out On Bond" is track #11 on the album Nobody's Smiling. It was written by Lonnie Rashid Lynn.
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Fresh out the county, shoes with no laces
Plastic bag carryin', no two paces
iPhone, belt by Gucci
Bands with loose change and some car keys
To the Maserati, license plate green god body
Passenger side only ride hot bodies
When we was young as we wanted, show our bodies
Cadillac come 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, bitches 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 nigga that's 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
Probably with technique, and let the text speak
Like the nair conference I rap off the head conscious
Freestyle, free trap niggas from bondage
Every word you heard is bond is
Double on 87, on some bomb shit
I'm out on bond

Preposterous chains, top notch dames (I'm out on bond)

Fresh out the county, shoes with no laces
Los but dream those 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' enter
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 this 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 don't buyin' tryin' to find my time
'Til I hit the main line in that cell confined

Preposterous chains, top notch dames (I'm out on bond)

Preposterous chains, top notch dames
Plastic rap music, rollin' in the Range
Preposterous chains, top notch dames
Plastic rap music, rollin' in the Range

Songwriters
LONNIE RASHID LYNN

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Lyrics © EMI Musis Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group

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