Lyrics:
of
Loosing your good side
Where I got shamed
For reporting Mackenzie huffing her friend's inhaler
In the back of Mr. Bloomfield's class
Brown speckled carpet
named The Gut
And again, no clothes
A square of foam to pad her back
Again, no clothes
A carpet sampled to pad her back
Dunk, dunk
Dunk, dunk
Who
to a hunchback
He started running when he heard that gun clack
Bad bitches in my yard playing badminton
Ashin' Swishers on my carpet, hell yeah my pad filthy
Real
dab from the carpet
Tapping on these pads, playing marksman
Gotta get the bag from this barfing
At the studio in my apartment
Really need the dough I
What kind of people live in these houses?
What kind of sad dad
Scratches in this crash-pad?
T-shirts or blouses?
Torn jeans or trousers?
What
fucking lonely
Leave me fucking lonely
The month was June
The smoky sun, our fatal run
It ended too soon
With tears as proof, 'cause all the carpets
the Maybach,
Throwin' money out the roof muthafuck the brake pads.
Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs,
(Speed) Speedin' (speed) I'm Speedin',
I can't stop,
at the pad (she was at my pad)
Lati' say she love me more than she love her daddy
I don't think she loyal, but say she'll never do me bad
That's what she
ain't got no fears
So skate!
He shoots the pool like a launching pad
If it ain't insane then you can't get rad
Skating is all that's on his mind
nothin' doin? 100 in the Maybach
Throwin? money out the roof motherfuck the brake pads
Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs
Speedin?, I'm speedin?
I
Candle wax is dripping down
Right on the carpet prints
I wish we would leave the tracks
Hard to be washed away
Chorus:
All our life we’re in search for
the wizard on the wheels
So skate
He shoots the pool like a launching pad
Skating is all that's on his mind
If it ain't insane then you can't get rad
He's
No, we don't talk to outsiders
We dress fly, fly private
Roll the carpet out when we land
My bitch bad behind the mask
My hands on her ass, my mind
the gang, in these streets wildin'
Poke a hole into my chest, watch it bleed violet
Give him lessons 'bout the pad, do your team a solid
How we follow in
The tang of her ocean rhymes with another
In canopies of sweat and absence
I was laying on blue carpet reading shapes of her thinking and doing
When
You ain't fucking hard
Princess of tumblr
Here's a tip on how to shoot
Grab a pen and pad
Aim for anyone else
Once their blood stains the carpet
He shoots the pool like a launching pad
Skating is all that's on his mind
If it ain't insane then you can't get rad
He's skating radical all the time
He shoots the pool like a launching pad
Skating is all that's on his mind
If it ain't insane then you can't get rad
He's skating radical all the time
even if you had a chance
Visions of this cash followed with the thought of the bitch that's chilling at my pad
Its all part of the plan
To come
If nothing else, thank God I get to be alone
Yo, I can't be here long, I got a puppy at home
And my carpet don't need peeing on
I might need some
favorite
It cracks when the lead hits the pad
It's an odd way for you to say I'm always ruining everything
Now that I live in the town that always sleeps,
tops
Regina Steamer Carpet Cleaner, I'm meaner
Then I'm iller than OJ, catching a misdemeanor
Boom-bash I set it off right (right)
I shut off your
Heartless
Feeling so heartless
I'll be good regardless
Come from out the darkness
One bedroom apartment
Tears shed on the carpet
Wonder why
We about to head back to the store right now, right now
Drink out, gotta get stacked to keep the sesh on now, on now
Take a detour back to her pad
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