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chase you forever
If you dare escape

Thrill thrill thrill killer an agonizing way to be
Thrill thrill thrill killer enter in and you will see

He
The pressure of pride once again
(He) calls himself a social orphan
Caught up in the game
(He) sees himself a social orphan
Caught up in the thrill
chase, the crazy ride
The thrill has gone, I step aside

I'd believe in anything were it not for you
Showing me by just existing only this is true
I
You chase the fire
You paint the signs
I walk the wire
You shout lines

There was a time when my mind
Was made up by you
Is this a deja vu
Am I just
singing oohhh ohh ohhh

She got a Trans Am with a trailer hitch
She got horses, cows, and Dixie Chicks
She goes honky tonking just for kicks

If that ain't
of the kill in the hunters chase
We have exposed the night, from which the feeble flee
Untarnished blades gripped by clenched fists rise
Untarnished blades
Slims
Cancer stick, she no good for me, bitch make me sick
No, I’m not the one, I’m not the trick
I need a sister soldier, not a Dixie chick
No dairy
rosie man

Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his
the day is dawning before the truth
No hint no clue, who knows what to do?
Green again
Time to chase those feelings away

Times ticking you must make
make it rosy man

[Missy]
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why
Like a shot from the dark
In the silence of night
Down the black boulevard
Come the blinding headlights
If it isn't the hit
It's the thrill
rosie man

Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his
I was sittin' in the terminal waitin' for my load
When a greenhorn driver came in off of the road
I heard him tell that foreman get my little pink
(hey)
Your chick shop in the mall
My chick burnin' down Berdolph's
Comin' back with Birken Bags
Your chick is like what type of purse is that?
I'm
on it

Another day in Compton, the thrill is high
Know somebody's watching, but I don't know why
Feel the fire burning, it touches the sky
Feeling coming
to sit pretty by the time I got old
I got cheese but that doesn't mean I got soul
I got black power and a black bank roll
Stank chicks, they sweat my knot
the town the beast is loose

The chase is on I feel like the bad guy
Fifth gear 125 like New Jersey drive
Looked in my rear view mirror
Police was getting
and squakers that talk a lot of Ku-ca
I know a lot of chicks that like to call me poppa

Don't start drama mack in the Bahamas
Rock on the dance floor to din
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way...
happened to the Dixie Chicks
It's like nobody else complains
Till you tryna be more than a nigga with a chain
Cube already told you, they corrupted
thrill, no chase, no saving grace
Hypnotic in monotony

Loaded with a salt rock shot
You say you're everything you're not
What might have been is all
by your hips and thighs 
Definitely your lips and eyes 
Them chicks can slide 
They tryin' to be all in the mix 
Your girlfriend ballin' a 6,
rosie man

Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his
electricity
Way back in 1000 BCE - that's before the common era.
I can't be stopped, flow so sick that it should be mopped up
Chick's got a dixie cup, I