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driving fast
Take a ride in urban life
Getting blind gonna drink
Jester crossing on the street
Doesn't look on the right
Dragging down on the street
Now I
URBcN SPECIES
Don't you lose your mind
If inspiration comes tonight
There's not particular time
To get out of this compound

Driving in my car
It's
Loud
Loud
That shit is like a automated message that Loud you feel me?
500 degrees when you see me take a dab
It's like driving thru the city I just
knows that I'm hella faded
She got me intoxicated
Driving in that automated
4 door Tesla push to start
See her walking on Mars
Wearing that Prada
Like
Man I see it so prefect (so perfect)
In the night with a Lambo swervin' (ey, skrrr)
Swag Fresh man I'm feelin' so urban (feelin' so urban)
I'm
I need a vacation ... some rest and recreation
Urban liberation ... before I'm too far gone
I need to feel the wind against my skin
Without the help
disrespected
They want this done right, then give me the mic
This Southern bourbon, this data urban
The Color Purple, play at yo Sunday sermon
Even
The dark red rain falling from the sky
The dark gray clouds reflected in my hazel eyes
I'm at the derby, just trying to get lucky
Driving far south
BABY
YOU‘RE KINDA GROOVY
YOU ARE DRIVING ME CRAZY

Verse 3 / middle 8
ROUGH AND TUMBLE
IN THE URBAN JUNGLE
CAN YOU HEAR THE LOW RUMBLE?
YOU CAN MOVE SO
BABY
YOU‘RE KINDA GROOVY
YOU ARE DRIVING ME CRAZY

Verse 3 / middle 8
ROUGH AND TUMBLE
IN THE URBAN JUNGLE
CAN YOU HEAR THE LOW RUMBLE?
YOU CAN MOVE SO
BABY
YOU‘RE KINDA GROOVY
YOU ARE DRIVING ME CRAZY

Verse 3 / middle 8
ROUGH AND TUMBLE
IN THE URBAN JUNGLE
CAN YOU HEAR THE LOW RUMBLE?
YOU CAN MOVE SO
Out his bitch, uh, 20,000 on a whip, Almost spent 100,000 on a wrist, uh, Niggas playin'
They get lifted, I ain't talkin' driving', Boy, you gettin'
amazing feats
Bravery in the face of defeat
All line up and grab your seat
'Cause Tony's got a new motor
SR Nova, driving like a joyrider
Speeding
amazing feats
Bravery in the face of defeat
All line up and grab your seat
'Cause Tony's got a new motor
SR Nova, driving like a joyrider
Speeding
Rebel soldiers, freedom fighters some would say
Charging cable offered as a sign of peace
Waiting for a stranger on a crowded street
Urban living
the streets like an urban napalm
White boy white boy - why you gotta act so proud?
Black black boy - why you gotta talk so loud?
Whit boy white boy - so
(Can you imagine?)

The TV says Mother is hurting
That the clock reads quarter to twelve
So I shop my face off at Urban
Just trying to look
you are asking for
I don't know when I am being told
The right thing to do at the right time
If I should, if I shouldn't
It's driving me, It's driving
Blowing rings of smoke from thin cigars
Or driving fast in foreign cars
To capture your remains
You're an adventurer
A turban wet, wrapped 'round your
impossible
The only healthcare is driving your man to the hospital
When he got shot you all ran
Came back trying to do what you can
Throw him in the backseat
rocky
Now he a star
World star made em a star
Don't mean the type you throw on them blogs
Dawg you 45, tryna talk on somebody you driving ya first car
way

The more I see you the more I see me
Getting up and leaving these city streets
Straight trading out a suit and the urban scene
To hit a field party
The cerulean shuttle with the strength of Hercules
Evicted with leniency
Driving law-abiding like the DMV
And that's a single eve
Each a window for relief
Eclectic observation, while I’m driving down the road,
Yes, I’ve told the stories of the ever-sacred gold.
A pilot of ponder with a velvet steering

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