Lyrics:
at the eightball
In the back half of the bar
Used to always roll around with a magic marker
Sometimes it feels good to write your name
Later on we'd end up
time we lit up
This is chess not checkers
But you move like a bishop
And Moving side ways
Will get you caught in the setup
Knock you down
flows, doin' good
Stay on your toes
Sell out your rolls, fuck it
Let the music control and take over
It ain't cool to be a street soldier
Just somethin'
I was best new comer err time ago,
Yeah, you've all passed ya' sell by date to me,
I'm different,
Bitch I sell out when you at the venue and date
between
It's good to know we're not alone
On this big scream machine
This roller coaster ride of life
Lifts you up and lets you down
This roller
Let's take a trip and
Why don't y'all come along with us
Let's go It's Trichi
Trichi travels
Trey and Michi traveling
TRICHI channel roll the scene
everybody take you down in this rotten ass rock n' roll town
And the canyons are on fire, but the bodies will never be found
Walk on by
Someday I'll try
My
haters pay up or lay up in the cemetery
Bow down, son, it's customary
We show up and blow up
Take over the whole show, it's over
You know it feels good
don't know
By the time that train is slowin’ down
And the whistle starts to blow
Well I can't help but remember
That one snowy afternoon
When we were
you know that time can take you for a ride
Can take you by surprise, maybe you'll roll snake eyes
Baby, tell me why you gotta play your luck
Two
hoo
Dance with me when the lights get low
Feel the summer breeze when I hold you close
DJ play and let the good times roll
Roll
Hands in the air when
good for loving you
Iu0027ve seen this one before
I know how it ends
And Itu0027s never as
fun as when it begins
The credits can roll
Iu0027m already
Wake up late at night
We will go out for good stuff
We ride down east to have chicken hotpot
Straightway to Strong Woman
We ride by the old wall
Make
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
and ate out
Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out
96 ways I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
Dipped attache, jumped out
Alabamer Queen
Written by: Lucas Shepherd, Josh Gallagher, Mark Addison Chandler
V1:
She's a Birmingham princess, paintin' me speechless
every
of following the rules
It's about time that we throw a party like pursuit
In our down time workin on our craft like the tunes
Like roll up, hit the homies pull
my time to think what I want
But the answer is more and more
I'm a glutton for a good time baby
This passion breathes through my balls
Yeah, look, it's
off on them hogs?)
(Ah, ten-four, about five mile or so)
(Ten roger, them hogs is gettin' IN-tense up here)
By the time we got into Tulsa town we had
been Poppin
Winter time I'm bout to turn this whole Ish up
When things real why you running to the bishop
Your shooter stink they ain't pick him for
back
You're the first girl that I see when I walk by
Might fuck around and say I want a good time
Just wanna get you in the sheets with a hair tie
Got
was a runner
Went behind her back gave all her friends my number
She roll another blunt up, blowin' till I pass out
Made it rain twenty racks still
[Chorus: Stephen Marley]
And hey!
And I see you passing by my way, again
And I'm wondering if we can be good friends
And I see you passing by my
telekinesis
As a toddler, he walked with two panthers on leashes
Learned early on where the mark of the beast is
By the time he hit puberty, he richer than
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