Lyrics:
and juveniles and haven't had a drink since
High noon.
It's a typhoon of deep trouble underground.
I wonder how she got so lost before I gunned her down.
Indecision at high speeds can be fatal
In car, on horseback or bicycle
Is an old cowboy in a wheelchair still a cowboy
Just because he wears
[Chorus: Mr. Probz]
My feet are tired
And the pain shows
There's such a long way to go now
Such a long way to go
Gotta be strong
By myself now
some style by taking glances
Red snapper, taken apart, put back together
Plated on some bok choy, fine fish platters forever (Yo!)
Same routine,
the way it drives
But loves the way it parks
By the river in the moonlight
Listening to the AM station
'Cause the antennas missin'
She's my kind
an old controller
Baby momma catching cases
High speed chases
Fiends rocking the ID bracelets
You only live once, so fuck if I'mma waste it
I'm in
never heard a word
My homeboy's momma cool but she smoke crack
Now getting high is how she bring her son back
Imagine that so many kids are living this
higher
Than before
It's a journey to the eye of the storm
Hot vibrations coming one by one
Party's just begun
High speed running goes hundred
handle
I love it when you speak Español
Tiptronic driver
Breeze in an automatic and I can speed in a manual
Hold up pause
Flex in your face by force
Run away, run and hide
Run with horses by your side
Hang on, high speed
It's a different place
But my feeling they repeat
New ground, same feet
Only
mind
If you ain't asleep
Shit serious, that's all
It's not a game for me
I'm gettin' high, runnin' through life
Speed racin', runnin' through lights
We
garlic buttеr but, my baby
She gon' steak sauce it
Opps'll nеver catch me by myself
I be with Drac' often
I'm just tryna fuck you like a slut, bitch
I
understand why
She behaved as she did
But when she got sick
Lord, really sick
A few years back
I was terrified
Of losing my mother
I had her
Speed
speed
Of something other than alcohol
God, get that away from me
I was reeling from the medicine
I'd been taking every day
Measured out in liquid
this sack
Without force she reached in her back pack
And pulled a torch
Now we high, I'm feelin' up her thighs
Looked inside her eyes never tried
tongue is the trigger I "Squeeze 1st" like Jigga
I'm bigger than a .38, when I terminate
If I'm, fly by night, it's cause I, sleep 'til 6
Wake up, cop
gravity
And I'm gonna fly high in the sky
Faster than the speed of thought
I am gonna be an astronaut
I want to be the fastest draw in the wild, wild West
You're so basic, 'bout half my speed,
But that's the kind of change of pace that this boy needs,
For I'm manic, frantic, subject to panic,
Feel
cut me loose (cut me loose)
Don't you know it's okay
Hey-hey-hey
Oh, you can kick and scream
You can slap my face
Set my wheels on a high speed
get away with being mean
Shooting stars, dungarees, band aids on both of my knees
A big old house high in the trees, a little shack down by the beach
lazy horses in my cart
I've come here to get high, to do more than just get by
I've come to test the timbre of my heart
I've come to test the timbre
I've got a twist for our life story
End it with a high speed chase
As the buildings crash before me
Battered by your tidal waves
And all along our
at the door
Hellcat Ricky ran with yo' ho
Pull up, high speed on the way to the show
Now I'm backstage turnt up, let's go, let's go
Gon' be a murder in
Yo I could see her lying back in a satin dress
In a room where you do what you don't confess
She was a high pocket rumblin', movin' in the oven'in
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