Lyrics:
they side by side... white Ts won't wear em twice... I know she wishing that I would just die... she just mad that I only fucked twice.... pray to my
You know whats up its goin down
We gotta fly if your ready let me know
Goin' on a ride take a seat and lets roll
Speedin' by gettin high sittin low
She was standing by the lane
In the middle of a lifeless plain
So I didn't need more
To ask what she was waiting for
I said
I'm a rover, a midnight
can try but it's plain
Black and white like chess
But they can never test, to collect the mess
When your subject is stressed and
Can't catch a breath
And I ain't talking weed, nigga, I'm talking you and me
Kemet raided by the Whites, pillaged by the Greeks
Watch how I speak, these here are proverbs,
No assist
Shoot my shot and it brick
It's getting flipped
No assist
Mediocre I can't be
Only thing plain is the Jane
Got these white bitches so
the acid rain.
He put the earth down, and stuck out his thumb,
And he hitched a ride out on the freeway of the plains.
Won't you bury my body
By
that he can.
White cups and coffee, lord yea
Its all that he needs
And he's all right by me
Truck drivin' man
Guitar
Truck driver
Well he's
he can.
White cups and coffee, Lord yea
Its all that he needs
And he's all right by me
Truck drivin' man
Truck on
Truck driver
Shift
blue sued existential blues
i was on a quest! i was walkin down the road again dudaduda
i was walkin down the road looking for the truth of
life when i
90 on the dash following where the wind blows
What's up with you, got caught up in my hazel views
White ts baggy pants laces loose on the shoes
이쁜 몸매,
man
But you roll with the nigga
That snitched on a nigga
You're down on your luck and you
Say you're fucked up and
I should get your white for
A brick
Boy
I ain't gon' lie
Yeah, I got bad bitches comin' by the boat, Load
Pull up in a stolo, bitch, I'm solo
Why he talkin' bout he know me? I don't
Franklin
Blue pills on a n****, trying to get out the Matrix
In the kitchen, pressing white Ts
I ain't trying to get no ice if it ain't VVS
Dealin' cards
going down
Like the halo in the fresh poison leaves kisses on my neck
‘Ts' my life
My life
My life
My life
Watch me sink into your belly, makes me feel
only hang with white boys that like black sluts
Tell them Plain Pat yo that track sucks
We ain't dissing you
But you in the position to play something
The road may be rough
No matter how hard it gets
We have a sure word from the Lord
The road may be rough
No matter how hard it gets
We have a sure
drive on down or back it up
Road Trip - through the rain or in the snow
Road Trip - how far you really wanna go
Geraldine's gotta see her parents down
a path straight and narrow
On every crooked road we travel down
And I'm checking out the road signs
Highway hotels
And their air-conditioned cable-ready
Whip game is nothing, step in plains
I'm stunting rolli on my wrist
Cause my kick game disgusting
Always with a chick that like
To give brain in
Oh gather 'round let the country soul speak
In the quiet of the morning where the faith runs deep
Down by the creek under a willow tree
I find my
These days its getting hard just to hide my pain
They don't know the stress that's inside my brain
I've been on the road tryna find my lane
It feels
Jesus, black Jesus
Jesus, black Jesus
I been feeling so down
I think they should know now
I think they should know what's up
That's that road
Wah? Road get lock arff
Man'll get everyting locked, shots
Everyting pop, brick
Block down blocks
Gyal with the belly ring top
She like semis
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