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With your high beams on and
You're speedin' on 95
Turn the radio up just to
Feel something when I drive
And I can't grip the steering wheel
And I

makes
You look old quickly
Dude was so smart in school
Now he's gettin' high
He had plans for the league
Now he's just gettin' by
I guess the older you

that block
Ain't got to baggin' weed
I ran from that cop, went on a high-speed
Nigga, just do your job, I'm doin' me
When all these bitches, they

only had a bottom bitch
Who'd never burned the rices
Now my ambition is indifference to any prices
While maintaining recognition that my
Time is

I don't mind just wasting time
Falling asleep right by your side
They can wait we'll do what we like
Nothings ever felt more real no lie
Never knew I

A psychological condition
Typical musician, doesn't wanna fall in line
Another sticky situation
Insubordination, keep it contained this time
A personality disorder

doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)

Ayo, peace to all my lifers
In courtrooms like Tyson (Ah)
Fightin', tryna get their time back
I hope they

We came back from Chicago
Felt like family yet again
Think we left there on a high note
I miss being your only friend
When you left for Colorado
I

Strength and motivation, I find, defines me
When its relax time, its peace, can't find me
Livin like ah lion, my hunger and prey present
So if I don't eat,

candy
It was like cartoons, Pepé Le Pew
It was like time didn't move
For the count of one (one) two (two)
Then we're flying
I'm hoping you don't ask

growing, get lost in time Roman
Cannabis competitions like Romans

Still hit the woods by sloaning
Lime green or good omen pBS reruns of Conan
Trading places

I'm sick of handshakes with
Fake ass band guys my friends and I are mad
We're mad all the time
I'm still got my bark
I've still got my bite
I ripped

You live just for something to defend
The heavy footsteps noise of horses in the grass
Swords held high and powerful voices screaming loud
A clash

Balacananas, I'll takе a pair
Walk em in, pew pew, lеave em layin there
(Layin there)

I'm cleaner than a bitch
But I'm ridin' dirty (Yoom)
Ain't got time for no

I stretch more than 30 blocks, washin machine ta dirty socks
cwaken by sirens from law cars and early shots
Stars and moons play at night, I'm live

it comes down to a romantic situation
It's all about location, location, location
On a moonlit beach or maybe a Steinway
Miles high in the sky, you can

life isn't done
We got it, it's a breeze

Windows down, we're flying by
cnd this fresh air smells like paradise
cnd we've got our destination right,

Tryna write a song, tryna master peace

Years fly by with you
Maybe that's a good thing
Maybe I done found me a good thing
Bird's eye high with you

need a stylist, I'm too fly for all that shit
I'm the streets so the code is what I live by
Sometimes I wish I could spread my wings and fly
I just

I ain't paid my rent in three months
I'm so out of touch with feelings
I got lows and I got highs, I'm just trying to get by
I'm not perfect, baby

for no groupie hoe
Ice on Johnny dang, flawless diamonds hitting this shit for to show
Gucci store, was bout to by some drip but I cash out on dope
Fuck

day since the new job started
last time we got that far we were busted by the exit

we poured over blueprints and argued timetables
we agreed we were

were strolling by
so high were we intoxicate
our minds our time was wicked
got our fill that night for certain

Just show me how to say I love you

tucked, we done seen shots and I couldn't been hit by a few of 'em
Uh, uh, now I'm in the back of the 'Bach with Baby 
and I'm stil ridin' with two guns