Lyrics:
so fast and back out again
Speeding
When I should ease in
Oh, I know myself, my sins
Dug my pit, then I fell in
Pulled the trigger, killed us
we said it
Whoever so-called did it or said it, promote it and spread it
Fake it or front it, get ambushed and confronted
With slugs in ya head, back
slip up
Living in the danger zone
That shit get you lit up
God done gave so many chances
Now you can't just give up
Violence must be everywhere
I don't
Come lay your head on my heart
Soon it'll be apart, stay here to the touch of morning
I'm glad we're leaving as friends
Baby, by the way, I forgot
But you ran away whenever
We hit a bump along the road
So I'm gonna throw it back get lit to my favorite song
Yeah I'm gonna Drink drink drink drink
and key it
I tell him to bring me my money then beat it
Get a nigga back to the streets, aye
Ask your man not me, aye
Only see him when its time to eat,
Thinking "it's lit" in the Astroworld, that's just some La Flame shit
Cop that moon rock, trying to get abducted by spaceships
Humans ain't real, so I'm
Brainwashed by an image and you was gifted
Beautiful and black when you comin' back
Sellin' crack in the land, stand up and be a man
Better get an education,
To get back to Miss Fanny, you know she's the only one.
Who sent me here with her regards for everyone.
[Chorus]
my tie on
Looking like Donkey Kong
I might have to hit the waltz
At the honkey tonk
So tell you mothers all get ready
Their favorite rapper back
With
expensive jeans
New money I got new weed I'm lit as Christmas Eve
New Patek with the orange band look like a Suns fan
I be smoking Backs for fun I know my
of just what they may lose
There's no turning back. Something has lit the fuse
The old home's behind you, open the mind to the thought that you just might
And back and forth and forth and back
And back and forth and forth and back
Just ride with me, vibe with me
And if you don't mind baby get high with me
Now
is pushing & shoving & you might get put in the dirt
We bout to get lit in the spot,
So back up a bit if you don't want get hit in the spot
I'm high
my mind
Somehow you get em fed and bathed
And settle down by nine
And I hear you down the hallway
As you're layin' down to sleep
And pray the good lord
the mix
I make the sauce
So I make the drip
You want a taste
Get you a lick
No silver spoon
Get it from the grits
I’m with the shits
We getting lit
Ouu
Back to back to back emotions
That's all October is
Those are my notions
When I pop up in my studio
I get to cooking up
All of my potions
To show
at the grand
He wanna get off look at his stance
Hit em in the face and body slam
Aye yeah we out here and we lit
I got katanas rocket launchers so which one you
billion others
And to all you realist thinkers
You can get back to the past back back to the past
It's not tit for tat
And what have you done in Iraq
You
her and get all her friends.
Buzzin'! Okay! Hands in the air (yee-uh!)
From the back to the front everywhere.
Buzzin'! Throwin' out 20's, throwin'
to a masterpiece
By becoming a master feast to a man with the master keys
Run the show never miss leg days (no)
Gimme head baby not headaches (heh)
Get that
as fuck tryin' to race a gun]
[Police: Allright, this is the last chance to get off your ass
Or else the tear gas is about to blast]
I ran to the back
better wait up
Cuz I can't cremate myself
With these chains on
I stay on fire
Like a candle stick
On the mantle with
A box of matches lit
By a fucking Bic
And liquor to sip
I get sick to my stomach and throw it up
Wish I could row the boat merrily
But I'm always scared it's embarrassing
Thought I was lit and I
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