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of change

They poured blacktop two-lane right through the cornfields
Laid a stripe right across my back
The wheels came spinning with the wide-eyed
I left the four lane highway took a blacktop seven miles
Down by the old country school I went to as a child
Two miles down a gravel road I could
On a two lane north of Casper is where this all begins
Heading back to Oklahoma for a week to visit friends
She was walking 'long the highway so I
There a roadhouse just outside of town on a two-lane blacktop
Where all the folks come to hear country music play
And every year the city's gettin'
rainbows to chase
Right through the cracks of the paint
Come the tracks of the train
Scatter like diamonds of rain

Down our old blacktop two lane
Hold
I left the four lane highway took a blacktop seven miles
Down by the old country school I went to as a child
Two miles down a gravel road I could see
rainbows to chase
Right through the cracks of the paint
Come the tracks of the train
Scatter like diamonds of rain

Down our old blacktop two lane
Hold
of an old grey blacktop, 33's just whistlin' by
Steer the wheel, one handed on a two lane, hugging that line
I got the windows down, no one else around
bakin' soda
The black cobra
The black Costra Nostalgia
2 snub nose .38's inside gucci holsters
Make me a +Young Gun+ but I'm not from +Philly+
But its
Funny shit about it, niggas wanna hit me, forget about it
Thug shit I'm still livin' y'all niggas just spit about it
I rob and stomp niggas 2/3rd of my
shit.

(Prevail)
Two steps ahead, too hard to swallow this
Eye glass reflection tubes of astrologists
Stars, galaxies, galleries of harm's way
Front
of the system
(Peek a boo)
Now she's play a game by her own rules
(Peek a boo)
The peak a boo game

[Verse 1]
Deceptive, her game is in the thick lane
Pick up
know your ledge) your life flash by
Hey, kid, walk straight, master your high
Method Man (Method Man, Man) Whoa, like Black Rob, go
Catch me in
stretched by the skinny or diesel)
Hardest two out so it's gon' be plenty of evil
(So run and tell all of the people)
Yeah, what? Gun (check) rope (check)
I'm tryin' to roll up the chronic leaf

At a stop sign, I take a hit and hold it in
I cough, now I'm off
Drivin' down the two-lane highway
It's all bad,
stretched by the skinny or diesel)
Hardest two out so it's gon' be plenty of evil
(So run and tell all of the people)
Yeah, what? Gun (check) rope (check)
bang bang, fight in the lane 
Dip Gang still ride with the Chain 
Four guns to none, survive with the chain 
You know who did it still grindin same 
Now
Funny shit about it, niggas wanna hit me, forget about it
Thug shit I'm still livin' y'all niggas just spit about it
I rob and stomp niggas 2/3rd of my
bakin' soda
The black cobra
The black Costra Nostalgia
2 snub nose .38's inside gucci holsters
Make me a +Young Gun+ but I'm not from +Philly+
But its
Mafia, Insane Clown Posse, and Twiztid!

[Juicy J]
We used to... We used to.... We used to rob for them petty things, 
like a gold chain, know
smoked some bomb weed
Two midgets with shotguns were about to rob me
Now I'm nervous as hell that's not a surprise
Its like I saw my whole life flash in
strikin like lightning in the fast lane
Introduced to the crack game by nigga Jermaine
And get your scratch man
The gats came, the leather gloves and ski
lane
I was to blame but stopped my headlight in the front
'cause I ran into her back
But she didn't, over-react, 'cause her cruiser wasn't even
your sacks?"
it's only one got two packs a case of static where niggas got ya back
some real ass homies you can roll with
so when the phony ones come
lane
I was to blame but stopped my headlight in the front
'cause I ran into her back
But she didn't, over-react, 'cause her cruiser wasn't even