Lyrics:
rain, very strange.
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back
In penny Lane there
of the travel machine
It's like I'm sinking buckets
HEAT
All I do is make 3's
Overload to many analagy
Blues Clues Ha
On these memory lane
Where our mind goes
It
in the deep blue
So stuck in the deep blue
And there's nothing you could do
Burning up in the fast lane oh
Wheels won't stop spinning spinning
emotions getting froze
Duct tape and bloody clothes
Stay in your lane don’t get smoked
Flexin’ on these hoes
67 O’s I let it show
All those around me know
I
J thrash on the track
A yo
Blue
Man mind Your business man
We getting money round here
Because this what I do
Mind Your business
Stay in your lane
out, grab a white bitch by her titties
Rock wallabies, this is Clarkology
You know copy Starky belong wit the triple technology
Quick wit the pistol,
I think she want the best of me
She love me and my recipe
She don't want me to change
Drive a range or be a celebrity
Might take a new lane
But her
When the moon is on the way
Still I'm waitin' all in vain
Should be swingin' down the lane
With you
When the moon is on the rise
Baby I'm so blue
a sweeter gal,
My little blue eyed Jane,
I love you so.
And when the sun goes down
And the shadow's creeping over town,
Just meet me in the lane
stay in your lane
It's so deny, ain't nobody gonna get in my way
Stefy, out of jail
I'm tired of living in my own hell
I can see your life beyond this
in the fast lane, the cash lane, some think it's a bad thing
Hitting 'em off with the see & H pure cane
I get stuck in your membrane
I'm like a pimp
I woke up this morning, the sky was blue
Gonna take it easy, got nothing to do
Ain't going to work, no bills to pay
It's a perfect day
Then I
in the trenches we some ghetto superstars
Diamonds on my vessel baby blue face presidential
The way im switching lanes in my hood is so essential
100,000 Rip riders from the side
Blue Chuck's, blue rags, grey clouds, blue skies
On the move, can't lose, Hill Street blues
Niggaz gotta pay they dues
100,000 Rip riders from the side
Blue Chuck's, blue rags, gray clouds, blue skies
On the move, can't lose, Hill Street blues
Niggaz gotta pay they dues
a price
I got my signal on merging in success lane
I bring my podnas 'cause they been through all the pain
We gots to make it
I'm holding shit together
No I fucking can't
Stop spitting
Up all night as the clocks spinning
Switch them lanes cause i've been driven
Been wanting a life that i've been
Uber drivers always getting in my lane
Doing a u-ee by the junction got me goin' insane
I'm pissed off cause I don't wanna stop
You got a problem
lead folds the old heads
Clones get stoned, blown and broken
We need a new lane to flow folks get open
Smoke the beat, freak the subject and
Preach when
Take a look around you
At the celluloid newsman's comedy
Obstruction of a world in progress
Dying at the hands of Technology
Will tomorrow's eyes
living but my core is Dirty South
assuming what you know but you don't know what I'm about
chilling in my lane, doing my own thing
building something epic,
picture perfect either but perfect on IG
This the world we live in thank you technology
Social media and shallow shit guys n girls deceived
That's
own lead that folds the old heads
Clones get stoned blown and broken We need a new lane to flow folks get open
Smoke the beat, freak the subject
by technology
Used to communicating behind four walls
Now I'm not saying we're free from blame
We all have a choice; we all choose a lane
But too
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