Lyrics:
the way my life is getting way better I’m on these songs cause I make them sound better
I ran outta pucks been giving them out for free (Pucks for free)
I'm here at the crossroad
Where my life is heading, man, I don't know
Should I stay or should I go?
'Cause anything's better than what I've been
to a place where dreams all fade away
Where the river flows and tobacco grows heading south heading south
Cause the sun is hot and people love a lot yeah I'm
out to the country
I'm heading out to the country
Do do do
Where the moon is big and bright
And there's space to hear your heart beating
Where the birds
Puck the folice, nigga
Puck the folice, nigga
Fuck the police, nigga
However you wanna put it
I'm done with keepin' peace, nigga
We out here in these
go
Well goodness me, What's on TV, where did you get yer sights?
Can't you keep track, the puck is black, that's why the ice is white!
And that big
eighty-eight
It ain't puck rock 'til the punk rockers say it's punk rock.
Number eighty-eight, Number eighty-eight
Is this really happening?
Yes it is! (Yes
don't care where it is y'all
I wanna just skate, skate, skate
Like a Timbit kid
Like Wayne the great
Let the leaves on the breeze
heading for now?
Where have you been
I was worried about you all day
I have been calling you
But why didn't you pick it up
Are we all right? Is everything
is Donald Trump at? (Let's go)
Came from the slums, deep down in the trenches (let's go)
Where a young nigga sharin' a bookbag (uh)
Ayy, what's
Taurus
is high flow
With the ice, 우린 THC Soul
Puck drops, games on
Dreams up and fames on
On the ice, 우린 THC Seoul
Ambitious Stylo, Taurus
is high flow
the best game you can name.
And the best game you can name, is the good ol' Hockey game.
Second Period.
Where players dash, with skates aflash,
what the fuck? In the net like a hockey puck. (score!)
Rappers get embarrassed when they see the way that we work
They try hard, they're shamed like fat
and I'm heading to where you are babe
I'm heading where you are
I'm heading where you are babe
I don't care about your lover
Summertime Fine and I'm heading
So what do pigs do?
It's a while when
Is it?
Think it's time to
Send pigeons
Every where's my home
So make sure that there's yams
At your friends
I do
I keep on heading
For nowhere
Heading for nowhere
My heart is aching
My hands are shaking
Like a ship in a storm
The love we were making
Was
really where heading to) heoo freedom is our right emancipate yourselves from mental slavery none but ourselves can free minds (yea) politicians everywhere
the words spray
Ice chips melting on the polyester
Autopilot like a Tesla
The arena is grim
And it's so cold
Blue lines
In your nostril
They checking
And the best game you can name
Is the good old Hockey game!
Second period
Where players dash with skates a flash
The home team trails behind
But they grab
And watching the strippers go by
Yeah
Dreams seem to be caught up in a matrix, you know
Yo I'm off this shit, where we heading next
game you can name!
And the best game you can name,
is the good old hockey game!
Second Period.
Where players dash,
with skates a-flash,
the home team
I'm here at the crossroad
Where my life is heading? Man, I don't know
Should I stay of should I go?
'cause anythings better than what I've been
I'm here at the crossroad
Where my life is heading? Man, I don't know
Should I stay of should I go?
'cause anythings better than what I've been
with a puck
Buddy's real talent was beating people up
His heart wasn't in it but the crowd ate it up
Through pee-wee's and juniors, midgets
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