Lyrics:
kind of felt curious
A character inspired by my brother's life
Winding through the hills
Seeing far behind
On and on we drove
Down narrow streets
kind of felt curious
A character inspired by my brother's life
Winding through the hills
Seeing far behind
On and on we drove
Down narrow streets
held accountable, so instead I pass the blame,
besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame.
serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be
how to rap
They go crazy for Luisss like
It was some crack
Like Saints Row, Johnny Gat
She put me on a plane and
You know where we at
Yeah, me and Tana
hangin' out down by the train's depot
No, I don't ride, I just sit and watch the people there
And they remind me of wind-up cars in motion
They way they
Just hunks of metal
but they knew exactly what they are doing
Journalist:
Hmmm there was another cylinder came last night
Artillery man:
Yes it looked
always done up brown, by the Irish Sixty-Ninth
Next day upon the battle field, old veterans they were forced to yield
For the rebels had a Stonewall
boyfriend drove out real late one night
They went collecting turtles, frogs, and snakes in the moonlight
They found a baby alligator, that’s illegal but
But I don't give a fuck about your ass
See, ya'll just mad a nigga rolling in cold cash
I'm down with Rap-A-Lot, now I got a lot
And I'll be
when you was a winner
When you was winnin', when everybody said they love you
But you was still by yourself
You was by yourself them nights in the gym
old friends
treat you like you're something new
Johnny come lately
The new kid in town
Everybody loves you
So don't let them down
You look in her
girls get down on the floor, on the floor
Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor
By the time I hit the door I saw hoes on the floor
girls get down on the floor, on the floor
Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor
By the time I hit the door I saw hoes on the floor
peel caps on cats that set traps
And I respect women that write they own raps
Retreat, we gunnin' you down from ten feet
You wrote down some lyrics then
a champion in their eyes?
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's dare (Uh)
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
Last night I drove
I'm about to cash out
Rooftop in my hometown with a sweet
Chick is my soul food
Got a new face and a new wave
But she only fucking with the old juice
So
Don't take help if your car breaks down, and you're all alone outside of town
On Old Church Road it happened that way to a teenage girl in
comes through
They'll be looking for you, fool
Call up the Consigliere
Cause your case just got more complicated
Call up Johnny
Get the fuckin tommys
It's
limp
They beat you down just a taste
Take ya to your house and make ya open up the safe
Drove you far, tied up in the trunk of your own fuckin' car
would live in Pepekeo
Fly through the night time like a Pueo
Tourist start running yah and they better set sail
Better start moving
Bitch get up back
would live in Pepekeo
Fly through the night time like a Pueo
Tourist start running yah and they better set sail
Better start moving
Bitch get up back
would live in Pepekeo
Fly through the night time like a Pueo
Tourist start running yah and they better set sail
Better start moving
Bitch get up back
Lex truck nothing in my click ain't hey
Everybody here was fucked when they heard 'bout the deal
Cash money hot boyz sound for thirty mill
Already
a goddess
Showing us the way
She pulled me in close
Painted God on my leg
Her shapes, they were sacred
Her colors, they could fly
By the end of the night
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