Lyrics:
I ditched the cops in T County clean
we hit the road down the coast bound for mexico
and all the way we had to sing
No more wondering what to do for
There's a red dot between county lines
Past the 805 population sign
Blink you miss it
Here we call it home
It's got one stoplight and one church
Them niggas down him
Just a couple brown men tryna
Get some clean money (yeahh)
Oh this is life well it's alright I
Got this hotel for the night
But for
gave me
I would bend her forward fold to Downward dog
Won't give her a chance to runner's lunge from it
She likes to fuck by candlelight
Rolls her eyes
culture
And they're telling me "Slow down"
Like my old songs
I don't prolong, big-timers
I'm just getting my roll on
I cannot connect with the fakes
I got
a muscle and I broke my jaw
I'm being hassled by the gd-damn law
They get away with murder and racial wars
I'm just watching Louie free of charge
cnd now
interviews
I bob and wеave with a different movе
Then I dance when I score
Like I'm Victor Cruz
Pick and choose your opponents
I fights with the best of 'em
of her mind
Gold digging hoes digging holes in a nigga's soul
Pretending like I didn't notice getting old
On my Instagram straight flexing
Half nigga,
(God put a song in the heart of an angel)
(And softly she sang it to me)
I get to thinking
Lots of times about
Back when I was a lad
Of the old
Well my old man is eighty four
His generation won the war
He left his farm forever when
They only kept on but one in ten
Landed gentry county snobs
Where
of the shit they put me through
Lord, its getting old
Its time to show myself the door
There's no pretending anymore
No, it's over
Where I'm going I
ya girl says ya got a small wee wee
Now ya want to go upside her head (What you talkin bout!!!)
Then you feel intimidated by the things she said (Yo
a drunk
A nineteen year old punk
Waking up around lunch
Weed bags plump, and we called 'em trees
So you best believe that we
Turned 'em into stumps
Summer
can't tell
But still, you gotta be careful
Dudes be so scared they cop pleas by the earful
V personally favors, "please don't kill me"
Empty out
the rules, old school, fuck a cliche
I'm to the point ain't no time to waste
Same rap, came back, hey, just like mace
Imma spray in your face, any day, any
looked up
Justin, my three-year-old
Had managed to find himself on stage
In front of thousands of people
As if he was ready to perform next
From that
gone
I can't believe it's the end of this rainbow
My cause to grieve
Punctuated by the weave and flow
My mind's in shiva mode but deep down I'm fake
I'll
a poor man's litter
Blind, embarrassed and embittered
Crying in Paris, dead of Winter
Fly to Amsterdam and get fucked!
Take me by the wrist. Feel my pulse
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