Lyrics:
the rear view behind me
I'm rolling the windows up to block out the sound
In this parking lot
In this parking lot
I'm seeing things in the headlights it's
Bentley truck
Parking sensor's beeping when I back up
I ain’t got it now
But by the time you hear this
I instagram that motherfucker, hot boxing it
So many
on a Tuesday afternoon
In the distance I hear barking
It's just the madness of you parking
A tack in the rear of my balloon
I'm sorry I never thought of you
Well I got my bumper sticker
From the 700 Club
Situated on the rear gate
Of my Ford Expedition
It says that marriage equals
One woman and one
Well I got my bumper sticker
From the 700 Club
Situated on the rear gate
Of my Ford Expedition
It says that marriage equals
One woman and one man
after green light for the peak guy in front me shine on this slip road can't read these signs got the peace sign in my rear view better reach my overheat
I gotta die hard in one take
Life clock tik-tokin'
This shit is die hard
Mercedes rear parking
This ain't avant guard
Life clock tik-tokin'
Pullin' out the parking lot
Headed to the other spot
Out all night, addict with the addicts
'Causin' Havoc, I'm a Prodigy
Niggas know we Mobbin' Deep
With a freeway looking
Like a parking lot.
Damn this traffic jam,
How I hate to be late,
It hurts my motor to go so slow.
Damn this traffic jam,
map dot in my rear view
And ditching those Dalton dirt road blues
You can take a kid out of the country
But you can't take it out of the kid
Tear down
the last time
That was the last time
I should've held it in a photograph
Like I could share your name
Before I left you in the parking lot
And moved
uncle's house
Well it really wasn't my uncle
It was a junkie's house
He got a badass niece with a donkey now
Pullin' out the parking lot
Headed to the other
uncle's house
Well it really wasn't my uncle
It was a junkie's house
He got a bada** niece with a donkey now
Pullin' out the parking lot
Headed to the other
these songs
Probably be only for me to hear
Tryna pass in the passing lane
Stuck behind some assholes rear
Fear's getting the best of me
Caught in the net
on us
So go tell your story to Peter and Paul
And I shoot like a mark 22
I'm never on your sensors
I don't wanna hear you so baby don't come near us
Bust
pressure
Still chasing sacks, Ion even follow that
Parking lot pimping
I was too young to get in
They don't want the old me
They don't want the old me
It
the parking lot
They try to knock then they pull up and pop
Im coming for the top
Whether you like it or not
You try to stop they pull up on 2 wheels
And hit em
than the gun store
Rear view mirror, just in case they wanna whack me when I’m home
Parking lot watching, with the Glock in my zone
I’m getting more
a left on Colton
Right on Hoover
E where we goin'?
He didn't even answer that
Checked the rear view
They were still out back
Where were these
Jim said yeah 'cause we got time to kill
We kept on rolling and I seen this spot
And we pulled into the parking lot
Of this place called the Cloud
Jim said yeah 'cause we got time to kill
We kept on rolling and I seen this spot
And we pulled into the parking lot
Of this place called the Cloud
Cracked windshield that I super-glued
Crumpled-up cans and a beat up bag of Red Man chew
Fix-a-flat, Johnny Cash box set
Half a dozen parking
the air with the pedal on the flizzor
Bandanna tied around the rear view mirror
Red bandanna got 'em bangin' new era
Something on my waist niggas can't
a drink"
Old Jim said, "Yeah 'cause we got time to kill"
We kept on rolling and I seen this spot
We pulled into the parking lot
Of this place called,
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