Super Bobby - Hotel Life (feat. Lew Bruno) Lyrics

Here the legend of a dead head, who hold stories like he hold smoke
Only out when the face red written on a package of zig-zags
Zipped up the smoke, caddy cornered to the race track
Bags on the bike like a vigilante trash man, higher then the pilot making demos on his Tascam
(ASCAP calling) - making pennies from a past life
The doobie brothers made passes on his ex wife, high anxiety
Dance floor tiling, tired of the business then the business got tired of him
Trippin on the tape spinnin' like and old mag, livin' on point leave the cans in the bag
Hands on deck, get the good will tags, dial up to depth while the desk top lags
Junky like a junky, man so funky put the claps in the pocket like a thief when he (knock shit)

I live the Hotel Life
I live the Hotel Life
I live the Hotel Life
I live the Hotel Life

Sup cheeseburger, sup bing bong? I'm in a Fit feelin fit like King Kong
We on the free way when we hit the E-Brake, I'm in your breezeway
I brought a cheese cake, I brought it for your B-day, so behave
I'm just kidding but where the f*ck's Dave? I know he's in the back in his enclave
Stay calm it's been a long day, is your hair ombre? It's very pretty!
I don't even know where I am in this city. I just want to put my hands on some titties
Cuz I'm stressed out with the best of 'em, I gotta stop like I'm in a f*ckin' octagon
I gotta put the kettle on and put the peddle on the floor in my Ford Escort
Head to the port and book a ticket to the Azores, or stay home and make forts
Or go outside and collect acorns while listening to Akon in your Walkman
I'm like Bon, bon bon bon bon
While eatin' bon bonss bon bonss, ba bon bon bu bon bon

I live the Hotel Life
I live the Hotel Life
I live the Hotel Life
I live the Hotel Life
Shit ain't funny when you're messing with my money
Shit ain't funny when you're messing with my money
Shit ain't funny when you're messing with my money
Shit ain't funny when you're messing with my money
I live the Hotel Life