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to find a way to kick these blues

It's that cold in the night and I've got blood in my eyes
I say 54/40 or fight

I've go a queesy feelin' in my guts
Big tires, big tires
I got some big tires, 54’s coming down the road
Got the hammer down hear my truck roar
Tires so loud, people saying good lord
I got a fresh line up, fresh outfit
'Bout to have the parking lot on smash
Plus I got a Chevy with a 4-54 in the hood that bitch got 1-25 in the dash
, I wish I was water
I wish I was 40, I wish I was water

40 different ways, 40 days, 40 nights
40 on the side, 40 thieves in the night
Been in
down in a passion war 
Hasn't seen it happen since the day she was born 
Reaching down for glasses that just can't be found 
By the time she finds
Well judge looked down, gave me 40 days 
Instead of the fine that I could not pay
Said walk right you'll soon be home
Cross the line and you're
and laughter
With a grandfather in the bowery
She had a body of sixteen or seventeen
She had a mind of forty

I met her on a cold day
In a city far away
out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Bitch!

We fucked up, let us in the club
One
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Bitch!

We fucked up, let us in
Give my heart ease

I'm building a castle
Forty feet high
So I can see you
As you go by

Throw your arms around me
Before it's too late
Put your
lines 
Shit I'm in my prime, I want it with the mic or the nine 
For mine it protects crimes to the blind (he ain't lying) 
And I ain't dying line goes
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Bitch!

We fucked up, let us in
that rolls near by
And a dog won't even bark at a firefly

Our clothes lines hang just outside our back door
And theres a tire that swings in the air
Well, I left Kentucky back in forty nine
An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line
The first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillacs

Every
line
I'm a kite up in the sky
I don't want to wonder why
Don't stray to far away
I want to feel like this forever
Vertigo

My soul has caught
me boys
in monday morning houses down
through gravel yards and dirty smoke
to somewhere on the sky line
what i feel is still the same
she's 40
me for a ride

The girls are left behind
When forty women all spend time
With me and the boys
And they do, yeah the toys

Talk about it
Walk
[Chorus]
I got a fresh line up, fresh outfit
'Bout to have the parking lot on smash
Plus I got a Chevy with a 4-54 in the hood that bitch got 1-25
Here in berlin - people line up to get in
To wait for the end - living in glorious sin
They've looked around - and now there is no looking back
Well, I left Kentucky back in forty nine
An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line
The first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillacs

Every
from Arkansas who wouldn't listen to his Ma
When she told him that he should go to school.
Well He'd stay away in the afternoon, take a little walk
the doors wide open
All of my fears are blown away
My eyes are blinded
By the ice and snow
I walk the edge
(I walk the edge)
Just to feel alive
Lost in
Accept in the street, niggas we live by different rules
Pill poppin’ everyday I’m in a different mood
They scream our names since we walk the halls
are smoked
4 in his pocket, a diamond-up chain and some coke
Champion hood, the goodies in the brown back
By the radiator near the cookies
Well I tried so hard
But it was not enough
I guessed wrong
And I messed up
But I think I still believe
When you walk in a straight line
You