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the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below

Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself
You've never learned to read or write
To the valley below

One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below

Your sister sees the future
Like your mama
of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below
more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below

Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself
You've never learned to read or write
There's
more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below

Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself
You've never learned to read or write
There's
cup of coffee 
'Fore I go
To the valley below

Your daddy he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He teach you how to pick and choose 
And how
more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below

Your sister sees the future
Like your mother and yourself
You don't know how to read and write
There's
for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.

Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself.
You've never
the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.
Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself.
You've never learned to read
the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.
Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself.
You've never learned to read
running shit you can't even walk with us
Still I'm chill, blunt wider than a coffee cup
You know it's B.o, I do this for the people
Stacking c-notes,
call a pimp
That's what I call a gangsta
To the fullest, shit

I'm tryin' to make more cream
By every step to September 14th
That's my dream
So I
that's what I call a gangsta to the fullest, shit

I'm tryin' to make more cream
By every September 14th, that's my dream
So I can be more clean as I
San Fernando Valley

Sippin' half a cup of decaf, coffee with milk
Overlookin' the Valley smog like I'm walkin' on stilts
In the basement of the Los
me to finish write this paragraph
I remember when we all shoved snow frost bites and all
Temperature forty below
You used to call me lazy cause I
when it heard the first blast 
And then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed 
And the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar 
Looked more like
a morning cup of coffee
And with tender love you reach and touch my hand
And my son comes in and says good morning daddy
And I say how's daddy's little man