Lyrics:
at a gas station
Niggas hating want the gang to come in last placemeant
I don't shop at finish line
big Dad Made it
Fucking off a nigga saving sup in sacs
We patiently pace as we wait on the station
Straight aimed at your faces
Prepared and precise
We came here with frustration
And left a nation
Well northern Georgia highway 41
Beside the carpet mills and the gas stations
There was a music store slash radio shack
With the sound of dreamers
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
It's a dam of a city
I still flow, I'm that n****
Trafalgar street gas station
That's the addy but I stay low
When these thoughts on me get more
I'll
call their own. … The gathering darkness added the last somber touch to this dismal scene of war. Here men had fought and died, and the air was full
at Waterloo Station as I hurried for a train with my parents; a carving in the portico of a mediaeval church. In some nightmarish way it was particular, and it
never seen the city lights
How they must shine so bright
Not like this country night
The sky's black as coal
And this gas-station mountain home
In the back of some car on the highway
Driving to the gas station in the driveway
Pack touching down now im flying like a dragon
Bunnies in
trippin the field geekin'
cnd i'm still tweakin' when I bust up that ass
Cook up the gas for the hamie
I keep it below me whenever I come up on bags
Keep
the rear view
Old Skoal can, and cowboy boots and a Go Army Shirt
Folded in the back
This thing burns gas like crazy but that's alright
People got their
a left, we can take a right
Take you down a road, we ain't never tried
Flip through the stations 'til we find a song
That makes you wanna roll your
over Wyoming
It took two long days and four full tanks of gas
To get to Livingston
In between the silences and the feeling grateful
I had so
playing tennis baby
Catch that like a running back
On the field I'm moving fast
You still blowing gas
Chilling with the corny gang
All in the name
standing up
All those radio stations playing muted nations
We were dancing on the trail
Getting high in winter, fighting over a splinter
Still our love would
textbook
Still I let myself get used
Still I let myself get hurt
You wanna see me in the dust
You wanna see me in the dirt
I want to be gas station famous
the rear view
Old Skoal can, and cowboy boots and a Go Army Shirt
Folded in the back
This thing burns gas like crazy but that's alright
People got their
cartoon
This is freaky animation, man the stations
For a brain tax, tangible levels of creations
Look back from a space age history
I'm like a cosmic gypsy,
boils to a point
Distorted as it anoints
The king with a new type of crown
One of many faces
The social media stations
That get elation from
The power
trap house gas station just like Shell
Give me yo rules
And you Know imma rebel
I ain asking
For Shìt Lil homie
Imma just get this shit all by myself
Ain
(solvin')
Cee don't do no field, I trap
Say, "Yo" to the local cat (yo)
See me on the road all black
My foot on the gas and I won't fall back
Bro been
complacent
Mind racing spacing out
Altercations about to air it out
Too far out no communication
Space station out on occasion
Facing blunt situations
This
just don't seem right
Station with a gas pump
Seems empty no one inside
There all home in bed
All sleeping this late at night
Drunk on a park bench
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