La Ola Es Mia

Song: La Ola Es Mia

Album: Toussaint Morrison Is Not My Boyfriend

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released August 21, 2012

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/la-ola-es-mia

Black as the paint streakin’ the bricks of the back alley

Welcome to the other side of the freak

Where liquor flows like KRS and evil fits a tight dress

Your morals already wanna leave

Reasons overrate

You can make sense of it later

Go ‘head and cringe if it helps kill the hesitance

We got expectations tonight to exceed

Well, c’mon. c’mon. c’mon.

Bad decisions are still decisions

As long as your alive to live

With it

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Chorus

Come and get it while it’s right now

Last chance, lights out

Live fast, love strong

Go hard or go hardly

Into the unknown

Hot fire, cut throat

Baby take it all off

With no apologies

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Clevelander, rooftop view

Drink in hand that costs more than my shoes

Frontin’ on attention like we all don’t want it

Throwin’ cash in the wind like we all come from it

I’m in the cut, just chillin’ with Steve

Raisin’ the temp up, euphoria

Bad chicks mean muggin’ from NYC

But ain’t as bad as the chicks with us, Columbia

Roll wit’ us or pull up a sofa

We about to play it harder than console controllers

Baby swing through, hop on or come over

If ya don’t know by now, let me show ya

Wisconsin bar-closers

Smoove to the groove Miamia movers

Cumbia ‘til we sweat sober

Got the whole night lined up like Zubaz

Now, while you leaning up against the bar and seekin’ comfort

Waitin’for the party to come to you

We’ll be doin’ Brandies off’a the high divin’ into the shark tank

Treatin’ it like our swimmin’ pool

Because the buzz around the club is anything but love

And there isn’t a lot’a room for sensitive while throats are gettin’ cut

So grab a cup and anti up and go bigger than capitalism

Before Lady Luck is goin’ home with someone else to get it in

You need to hit the floor like a mop- mop

And get to runnin’ game like overtime shot- shot- shots

Chorus

Everybody wants a ride

Even when they can’t supply

To the wheels already in motion

And as these strangers move their hips

And dance close enough to kiss

We tell ourselves we know where this is goin’

Chorus