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A freeway to another life
I'll drive with you away from all this strife

The tank is full This town's a vessel of its former self
We've gotta go

Loose, upon the noose around your throat
Thoughts are a vessel built for you to coast
Or cruise, however you choose to live
Don't sink just swim, we goin

Tank on a quarter police right behind me
Tryna navigate through life but ain't no GPS to guide me

Fork in the road, one way to go
Forking the road,

J'suis avec une meuf tout ce qui les intéresse c'est d'savoir si j'l'ai ken ou pas
Moins la réponse est claire plus elle devient évidente
RAF d'être

If I make a mill then I'm buying a Bentley
Pull up to the scene but my tank never empty
Pull up on me got heat don't tempt me
Stand my ground like I'm

is yeah
This ain't a sad song
I just got to tell you like it is yeah

Say that
Aye aye aye aye we ain't take no plan b
Okay no way no we didn't plan

If you gone leave, then close the door behind you
Memory of the past, I won't ever come to find you
Vessel for the lord, his constant grace is what I

get lost inside your eyes 
Real eyes, realise, the real lies

Do you realise?
I see you went and got another man
How you gon leave me without a plan
How

And never quite understand how it began
Even prior to diapers
And if there's even some kind of plan
Or we just fighting for our life?
Distractin' ourselves

or suffer
Attention, when the vessel lets go its suspension
Headed for intervention, edit's an underestimation
Let this be a statement
We're readier than your

to Leo,
In response I might weep
Climbed the willow, wiped the visine I'm peachy
Don't have more tears to release
I feel the energy transferred,
This type

I get if I don't ever fill the tank?
Not very far
Praying but I got one eye open like Fetty Wap
Say that I trust you, same time I'm like, "whatever,

Well not that long ago 
I can still remember feeling cold, cross and hostile 
And if I'd been a wiser man 
I'd have opted for their 4-Star Plan

(Nope)
I'm the shit, septic tank
Step to me, get decimated
Competition getting spanked
I am like the central bank
Way I print this cheddar, homie
All I do

stomping
Your favorite rapper
Till I feeling so numb
I forget bout my soul
Gods plan
My bad, no
I didn't mean to over do it
If I got a point I prove it
If I

had done enough
(Done enough umm)
One good take was enough done
(Fasho)
So is it safe to say that I'm a one of one
If yo Son was a Plan B then wait hold

nice
You say thanks, and shake hands
Say he's your man, forget all your plans
Reach your hand out you see your in bondage
The idea of beauty is

Petit prince, ton mouton est prisonnier des ronces
J'ai tout observé du haut de ma branche
Aucune délivrance, privé d'oxygène et sans réponse
Il

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Yes Sir, I Will

As they plan destruction and gain respectability,
We offer our creativity and are made outcasts.


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