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spinning our tires until one of us gives in
And we're approaching the question that I feel like we should ask
Should we just catch different rides, or just

Where I’m headed, I’ma have to roll on the rim if I catch a flat
I ain’t got no spare tire
no spare plan
fightin wit my 2 and no spare hand
Independent

Ridin' round in the Kia, no spare tires
Chopper round shots fired, nigga, flat lines
Zip came to it and keep the powder savoral
Drive by's on dirt bike

and caused a fire drill
Tron in the Challey
He just love how the tires squeal
Bitch want a scammer, she wanna
Know what it's like, for real
That damn Hutch, he

made, the life of our dreams
a flat in the city a house in the country
a place to have fun, a place for recovery
a sports car, a big yard, a dog

Abundance his tires are pumped
This niggas winded
I turned the Smithy around and
Now I'm sitting him down
Gave him a kick in the mouth
And now this nigga's

fucking existed

I'm the bad guy in the black-fitted
Your hat splintered on impact
Flat on your back after the gat spitted
I'm grimy and rugged like

Corner store in any US town
Barber shop next door, church two doors down
Tire shop is adjacent, owned by Africans
Talk politics and get your flat

The early chapters of my
Book included bus passes
Now it's tire traction off like fuck crashes
Ask him how?
Insurance higher than the lease bill
Run

Won't let 'em know I'm broken
Not a word was spoken
Tire with no spokes in
I'm flat, can't let 'em smell that, too potent
No omens on the surface, burned

saying
Baby
Even cars keep a spare tire in the trunk
Just in case one go flat
You feel me
Aha
Stop acting like you loyal to yo niggah
Biatch!
Bitch Please

If dem diss me, man will burn dem like a flat iron (yes)
Dem no like how me full aa property like Matalon
Tell dem say fi run up, make me bury dem

that wait till forex comes down yeah
Shout out my bad sharp guys oh boy
See something just happen right now
Omo Sars laid a nigga out flat oh boy
Their

Chain of Love

Sybersound

Party Tyme: All-Star Country

2000

He was drivin home one evening
In his beat up pontiac
When an old lady flagged him down
Her mercedes had a flat

He could see that she was

Cheating Myself

School Boy Humor

School Boy Humor

2009

And we'll keep spinning our tires until one of us gives in
And we're approaching the question that I feel like we should ask
Should we just catch different

And when Na$tii told me keep my money up
Feein' bummy, I'm ridin' with Spider Gang
I'll attack and I'll slice all your tires, man
You just rapping you

code
I'm in the grass, handcuffed
White Walls, no tires
White pills, scrape the surface
An artist mind hates the purpose
But the pursuit is the pleasure

Susannah
Gabe Lee 

It was clear blue Sunday morning down in TennesseeI 
I was flat out back of the church getting ready to leaveLord knows I never

my momma
Set that heart on fire

Just got a flat screen for four hundred
Bro work at Meijer's
Doing donuts in the opp hood
Gotta change the tires

the swivel of the bar stool baddy
Pimp lane signal the single car pool caddy
Water witching the grinch in
His large flat feet
Stitching his initials in skins

a new tire, you liar
Meanwhile, them clowns still tryna speak on my name
But between all them lames, them boys ain't never left nothin' for us to sleep

The tires turn and slowly crush the ground
I still hear the terrifying sound
I search for help and meet my mother's eyes
And she stares back completely

Keep Rollin'

Chris Webby

Next Wednesday

2019

even change my own tire if it was fucking flat
I'm insecure and imperfect and second-guess myself
And every day this pressure's felt
Because

Or maybe baby we can work things out
She lip up a cig, said my bags are packed
And in two seconds flat like a jumpin' jack flash she's gone

My baby