Lyrics:
There's no shame
In leaving
Before the fun is over
Say goodbye at the door then call a cab
It's always
The same thing
A slurring conversation
With
Yo turn me up
Finally back in the studio making
Music or whatever
Back when I was rolling
Through the 3 bumping
Function by Cis and Cheakaity
Used
be with real killers
And we ride with that pack, like some fuckin' dope dealers, ayy
Uh, me and my niggas, grave diggers (grave diggers)
X you out that
greater is He chose to be crucified
8. No longer blind, died to my pride, faith tried by the fire
9. My irregular strategies catch you by surprise
10
there man
Spirits man, it's a spiritual thing
[Bizzy Bone]
How can I make the spirits understand
That I am just not to be tested by the outer man
and that's the equivalent of cash
I'ma personalise my tags and call my slab the cab
Cause when she's hoppin in, yeah she gon' have to pay for that
Relax, cause
the lights of a big semi topped the hill
Lord I was sure glad to hear them air brakes come on
And I climbed in that cab where I knew it would be warm
Kubrick
The track bouncy, no-body, get more rowdy
Than Suffolk County, peace to Crackhead Crowley
Honky Thomas, Keb McGlocklin the whole crew
Cab
Foreign rides, outside it's like showbiz
I ain't gon' lie I'm fucked up, if we all die then we all shall
But only one thang gonna get us by and that's
the trouble he's in
'Cause that piece of Heaven ridin' shotgun
Supposed to be home by 10:00
But it's way past midnight
And they parked on the edge of town
I really think that you must be out yo mind
Or forgot to tell the time
Judgin' by the way you came in
But today I woke up on the wrong side
You
(chorus x2)
Life's dilemmas shake you up like the tremors from earthquakes
But remember do have faith don't forget what's at stake
Only your life
Chorus:
Why don't you roll with me baby down to Nowhere, Texas
I got nothin but time
Jump in the cab of my 70 Chevy
Leave Oklahoma far behind
My good
think of rushing in
You better wait my friend
Weapons extend even my two by
Fours are eight by tens
So now I guess it's time to mash out
If you rolling
The management of time was kept by an hourglass
bladder that turned every ten minutes.
There were no bathrooms, just empty alleyways to clear
and restart
by a cab
While crossing the street
Lying on his bedspread
He struggled to breathe
The light bulbs exploded
The air filled with wings
In the last days
about now, its all mine
Yo, check it, check it
It seems as it was just yesterday I was doing po'ly
Surrounded by jokers that couldn't do nothing fo' me
I
on lock and it's too predictive
Hard to listen, no value in it,
Its still a mystery, how it happened
Who is that lad? Is he up next
In your top ten
We met on Euclid
Gettin' out a Diamond cab
That ass was dupid
Let me add
I don't believe in Cupid
She stopped 5 feet
Front me
Waiting for me
smoking dope by the grams now
We 10 deep hustle fam now
No wu-tang she with the clan
I fuck it up fuck it up
Fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up ay
Said she
year ten
Bought me an all black whip brudda to match my TNs
Growing up never had shit like all the other kids
My work ethic is way too good that’s why
a muscle mag
I want to spring break at Russell's pad
But my bling fake and I bring dates in a rusty cab
So yeah I'm pissed off, I hate you, I want cake too
I
What's good dispatcher? What's the task?
What time I gotta pick them up? I'm quicker than the Flash
At 10:45 p.m., pick up a party of Trey
They on high
do say so myself I’m still mad nice to date
Oh by the way if you wondering how I got here?
I took bike to Palmgrove and didn’t stop there
Hopped
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