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thanksgiving
Now do this is rememberance
From that time you was lost
More than half way on a pathway
To gettin fucked off
By some niggas thats bout they business

Half my life I've been on my own most of iti
I've been all alone whole time I stayed in my zone mob thu on my Mobile phone
Kang Life I'm bout that

Gosling
Baby gonna be my passenger until the morning
Highway lights, red rubies bright
Coupe waxed up, fiends out tonight
Half an ounce and pouring Sprite

if you go by air
It's heaven on earth with your head in the clouds
Nice and quiet, not a soul around
Except the other passengers
And the air flight

8 kills the pain 
1 more to the side now his heart ain't even pounding G
Since we talking numbers fuck 12 'til I'm half of that 
Underneath the earth

by 
I'm pretty handsome but believe I've got a bad side
My chick's annoying, acting moody like she's Mad-Eye
Should probably cut her off, burn the not,

for the features
So, I keeps a bishop on the hip, A rook in the trunk
A Knight in the hood, A Queen in the passenger
This is chess not checkers these

you
Are you
Are you
Are you (ride ride ride ride)
I been thinking bout this all day girl (just ride for me)
The prettiest passenger (stay by my side for

bail
PEEL OFF
Whatchu gonna do
PEEL OFF

[Verse 1]
When I, cruise the strip you know that it's me
Split the crowd in half like Moses did to the seas
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And plays him for bitch, every time he's with his click
He saw him up the streets, through the jeep passenger door
Looking sweet three deep, by the 24 store

the passenger back seat
You a crash dummy its clear
Brains is the roof
And you panicking cus you fear
That they puttin you off the set
And you prolly goin to jail

are not the same
I'm that nigga
I just stay up out the way
You be in it
I'm the one create the wave
You just ride it
Nigga you a passenger
And I be

I forgot the headlights
Looking for your face in cars going by
Friday night
Feeling your absence
I shouldn't be driving

I check your horoscope

Title:
Good Weed, Bad Bitch
Verse 1:
Yeah I’m living life with no red lights 
Half baked always trying to get my bread right 
Kush keep my head tight

Disappointed and calm

Got dizzy turning over new leaves
Bored myself chasing half-sufficient relief
Paralyzed by my complacency

Now it feels like I'm living

There's a fire looming toward us but we gotta move some boxes
Me and my business partner hired by a Misses Dotson
Finished the first room

Got the Car low, in an old school Honda Accord
Listening to Jack Harlow
Thick bitch named Marlo, in the passenger seat
On Tweak on my way to Wells

tooth out
And I'll drive myself to the ER with my leg propped up in the passenger
I'm down
Down
Down
Down
Watch a 40 take 30 with half the bodies
With

Pull up on a nigga hanging out the passenger side
Clip real big thinking imma let it ride
Send a bullet to every nigga that ever tried
Been feeling

the half that makes me whole one plus one equal two
My daydreams like soft porn as I listen to the quiet storm
She in my car driving or passenger inhale

leavin
Passenger seat recline, I gave my bro the keys
He speedin', just like I taught him
Sports mode Tone, I just hit the shop
Had to go check my

no game

I'm nodding off in this foreign
Trying not to swerve
My bro BM crazy
Left his clothes out by the curve
I wanted to tell you what was wrong
I

Eyes on isolated absent passengers
In scarlet transition
"Leave me to the sound of my own broken convictions"

I'll release my being
And you'll drive

a tool
I remember classes that I was barely passin' in school
I wasn't dumb, I was just actin' a fool
My talent distracted me too
Plus half of what they