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You wake up, you're feeling good
You're the king of your whole neighborhood
Got a car, got a job, got a girl
You're on top of the world

Get your motor insane
Why hurry?
Just cool down
Start cruising along the boulevard
Rise up, speak out (loud)
The sun is shining just for you and me

My Name Is Ryan (name of this dj i know named "ryan":)
Whip out a busted record
Hit the sixth gear

Oh our sins are so tasty
You know we got
Ghetto

wear (yeah)
You only got a new gear

You're like cold water on a hot day (yeah)
You're like money in the bag when you need to pay
You're like satan

You finna drown
If you hop on this wave
Cannot do shade
Till i'm in grave
So get the fuck out my way
Keep it on low 
Metal gear flow
Hand on the heater

upgrade
Put my shit in gear, it's so nice to not be coping

Throw my hands in the air to the music
Feeling myself again
I never thought I'd forget what

nothing
and i don’t why 
high blood pressure  it's my leisure
when i'm chilling out

stick it into a gear
 i'm going real fast 
riding the fire 
oh that i

last year
Before we hit the high gear
When nobody cared?

These copy cats are getting feral now
We're building sandcastles out from
Their ashes now

dress up sweet and sharp and
Meet Tony and me at the dance at ten
And walk tall
We always walk tall
We're Jets
The greatest
When you're a Jet,

"I wanna soak up the sun 
Blame it on the sweet libations 
We’re just out here havin’ fun 
Feelin’ pretty fly, pretty sky high 

Shades of amber in

riding on the waves
and I returned on a winter morn
one day too late to save her

I'm going out the harbor road
to a farm up in the hills
where a willow

last connection 
Old friends getting wasted on bourbon wine and cheer 
46 minutes to cover 40 years
46 minutes to cover 40 years
Pack up your legal pads

Is On
My Mind Gonna Blow, Our Gear Explote.... Like Dinamite!!

Hundred Miles, We Drive Tonight, Our Midnight Ride!
We Are Not For Sale, And You Know

crawl to me 
Only rocking TIZO Gear 
Can't give y'all money 
Show love but, God damn 
They seem all funny 
Shit it ain't really been the same 
Since we

about
That gang of gin I'm in
Then you'll know
The kind of game I'm in
She was getting pally with a scally in the alley
Giving head for gear
She calls

Aye yo sing with an accent
Portuguese see me wiggle the Porsche keys
Grapes, crackers, gorgeous cheese
Shifting gears left handed at
Mighty morphin'

ears
Hop on a jet, let's take off of here
Let's get up out of here, private Lear
Only me and you and the pilot here
She get Prada gear when I'm proud

the speed of 5G for the blueprint
Fuck you spectators
I bet you hate us I'ma come
Up with something masturbators on escalators
No fucks given
Bishop from

All the greats have played in here
Played here all the greats that you see
They were all dressed up in
Bright reflections of their society
Some

Fresh out the county/ murder charges / I jumped it I jumped / Hol up 

They talking double murder/ penalties on my name / that ain’t never heard of/

gear all packed away
Says I I’d have one for the road
And I’d leave without delay
But alas that was the one I fear
That caused me my downfall
How was I

you saying sum
[Verse 2]
I know my tone is something to fuck with,
Not a pussy though
Hard on what a lady switch gears on
I'm a dick at times, well all

I’m best on the road
I’m best on the road
I throw my shit in a sac
I ain’t coming back

Pack up baby here we go
Hop in it’s time to roll
Had enough

you
Driving around this little town
Loving all of you

He got in his truck and started it up
cnd I walked by and said hello
You have a nice dog what's