Lyrics:
on the blacktop
But she'll beat you to the matchbox
Got a blunt in the sky with the clouds in her eyes
Yeah I know what I want
Drop it baby yeah drop it down low
Clearport jet shit, big dog status, yeah
Twenty rings, twenty chains, big dog status, yeah (it's Philthy, nigga)
Big dog status, yeah, big dog status, yeah
'Specially when you're sittin' on 20's they get nauseous
Standin' in the Azure with white Air Forces
You can catch me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin'
New Yorkers
'Specially when you're sittin on 20's they get nauseous
Standin in the Azure with white air forces
[Chorus]
You can catch me in
Killing these niggas, wrist might get time in the feds
I'm stunting, Evel Knievel, dirty Sprite by the liter
Let that top down on my Beamer til' I'm tired
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
get time in the feds
I'm stunting, Evel Knievel, dirty Sprite by the liter
Let that top down on my Bimmer til' I'm tired of balling like Tila
this world with a grain of salt
Jesus gave me a wake up call
"It's 3 a.m." she said, "Who are you, Matchbox 20?"
She said, "Are you getting rest?"
XP, press adeptly, less a medley more devour
As I roll initiative, my swift disposition is to
Close on your position, kill and split like cell division
children a day die from a gunshot wound in the U.S.
A million violent gun crimes are committed by 18 to 20 year olds
With homicide being the leading cause
frozen by my Sheer Cold words, know that I wrote 'em
A medley of dead genes won't be besting me
I've checked your testing, the defect of an inept team
from a gunshot wound in the U.S.
A million violent gun crimes are committed
By eighteen to twenty year olds
With homicide being the leading cause
I'm in my twenties with this flame that's a matchbox
And It's the same if you ask Rak
Cuz where I'm at I got the frame by a glass box
These doobies
again
I zoom right by ya
We zoomin' Matchbox 20 we boomin'
Bamboozled made your head spin
Hooked on to my rhymes
Got you locked
Girls with the clean spot
When I only touched a frog
I'm quittin' you Momma
Packing up and I'm gone
I grabbed my matchbox
Pair of socks and ham and cheese
Put it in my lunch box
There's a song that comes on every now and then
By Matchbox Twenty and about a minute in
I find myself thinking about a little bar out by the beach
There's a song that comes on every now and then
By Matchbox Twenty and about a minute in
I find myself thinking about a little bar out by the beach
you never gonna find
I'm spitting plenty medleys, this is work not a job
Rappers are crying like a boss or a verse, they soft
That's when they get
being shackled to the paper
Broke free while hitting my in the pen dance
SellYourArtNotYourSoul
Waking 'em up with my internal matchbox
Rising Under
jovial
Magic carpet ride
But now all I see
Is decaying
Who you playing
Please won't you dissipate
You destroyed everything
This matchbox 20
Is so funny
'Specially when you're sittin' on 20's they get nauseous
Standin' in the Azure with white Air Forces
You can catch me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin'
South facin, red brick, number twenty
The road full o' cars, nearly always empty
Days o' bein daft an' silly
Readin' the Broons, an' Dennis an 'Oor
remember gym class mile runnin pourin sweat/ MatchBox 20 yep and Alanis Morissette/ I remember open chest and recordin on cassette/ Free State who?! All day
to chase
Out of the soul windowpanes on my face
The blues paint a medley made from the rain
It's shattered by angels and heavenly slain
It's textured with
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