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Lights flash, the city wakes,
Tokyo's heart, it never breaks.
Pulse racing, night and day,
In this city, we'll find our way.

I'm feelin' it
It's some skin on your body but you ain't even peeling it
I keep me a new glock but that shit be imperial
Damn
Pull up with choppas I

hockey
1 on 1, I could feel the aggression
The match ends and that's his concession
I get green just like Luigi
My thoughts expensive and clear, that's

never curved, never bent par dean, Muslim man on his Kabba, cabbage grown for green, 
Who lies when I lather, who cries unseen, I was missing her madder,

feel imperial to the motherfuckers that ain't tryna hear me tho
Cus I'ma piss in ya'll cheerios for never ever taking me serious, yo
My heart is an open

Speed racer speed racing
Speed racer speed racing
Speed racer ya ya speed racing
Speed racer ya

Speed racer speed racing
I'm outer space with it
I'm

Steve McQueen

Brian Fallon

Painkillers

2016

chains
It's nothing like the colors in my dreams
I just wanted to be Steve McQueen
And my horses of English racing green
You and me in British racing

Welcome to the cold party
Crystal fiends roaming with no purpose, jump a nigga
To get their hearts racing
Sex, money and weed
Flowing through

What? I Vote For Lee Ving

—
I'm Possessed By The Racing God
My Green Gas Is 420
I'm Possessed By The Racing God
One For The Speed, Two For The Smoke,

the deep south
If I start to fade I might need to hit the reroute
Get up out my face if you racing for some cheap clout
We don't, we don't, we don't green

Palm trees in the sunset
Plant seeds I ain't done yet
Racing to the bag
Racing to the bag
I'ma run this shit on one leg
Mix the pain up with

trunk luggage boat anchors
I be on that water more than sailors
I'm not rocking it if it ain't tailored
Imperial I'm the savior
Back on that boss shit

I still need you
Cause I'm racing through my moods
I'm really moving
Push me on my mood swing
Yellow, green and blue are Cycling through me
Such

Haha, Aye

Maple from the tree that's some syrup in my lean
Doubling like 3 I got horses racing green
Stopping till we clean popping off like Jack

to sleep early
Give me Halloween
But don’t hold me back
I was left to clean
With British Racing Green
I was left to clean
With British Racing Green
I’m sick

Yeah

I got your green eyes on my mind
Baby working over time
Green eyes on my mind
Make me wanna cross that line
Green eyes on my mind
Hit it so

away
Let me feel that golden sting of radiation
Shade me still
Shade me still
I believe
In this song
You might find
This heart's a racing car
I believe

blue, blue
Blue belt, blue braces
Blue socks, and blue shoe laces
Blue, blue, blue, blue
Blue, blue, blue, blue
What colour am I wearing?

Green (green

And my heart has a pitcher with so many ounces
It's fluid, it's stupid, I don't know the exchange
Cause my love for y'all is metric tons
But this imperial

that I'm choosing"
And if you racing for me, then I promise you ain't losing

Tried to watch a movie
But you ask me if I'm groovy
I look at you so goofy

alone
So I end up running back to the green belt area
Write another song because music is my career
Though there's much of us I built my own imperial

Nations and Inuit slain
Opium wars so fucking deranged
Amritsar's massacre still ignored
A bloody empire soaked in fucking gore

Imperial atrocities

Gahhdamn
My nigga Imperial man, shoutout Imperial
I was in Miami for a whole month, Now I'm finally back in the booth man
You know how that go
I got

spreading green like a great green spreading machine
Growing green she is farmhouse tractor
And racing green she is a formula one driver 
And deep sea green