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for the man 
His fingers to the bone
All day everyday, just another drone,
Parked in the driveway, box by his side
Loyalty is a one way street 
In his

bones And old clothes
And so it goes 
And I'm all alone
All alone
Alone
All alone

Well, my love
She left me standing on her driveway
With my keys in my

turned from day into night
Hooping in the driveway til a fight would ignite 
But I miss them days I think of them all the time
Realized that we in a race

go by and I found myself a friend

Agreed that you and I could never speak again
Pulled out like your car from my driveway
Drive by that house it's

the kid in my driveway said hold up. you forgot your crayola”
He gave me my crayons, then he said
“Your days are numbered, old man”
My living space still

time wasted, make your way to my place
I'm swerving on the highway
I pulled up in the driveway
She told me I'm a life saver, and she might need her life

at my workplace

And when I pulled up in your driveway, I saw it written on your face
You really love me, baby, and I always knew it since that day
Black

worried bout no law i'm in a hellcat and I'm spinning shit
I'm at my house and my driveway look like the dealership
I'm like watch what you be saying cause

a little after nine
Idling in the driveway
Staring into the sky
Why do I keep trying
To adapt and overcome these old new days

What is the reason
This life

call that two-way

I got bitches that want me and I got bitches having my way
Ay, pull up to my crib, foreign cars on the driveway

Uh, 3.5, roll it up

doesn't leave the driveway
It just looks pretty
And I know thats how you like them
And you can't even deny it
Because you're never going anywhere sitting

on
Bob Dylan was singin' something about Maggie's farm
I pulled out of the driveway straight into the oncoming car
That's when I met you babe
I didn't get

turned from day into night
Hooping in the driveway til a fight would ignite 
But I miss them days I think of them all the time
Realized that we in a race

everyday like a Friday
I ain't no lightweight
I can go irate
Everyone knows you're a sweet boy at home
and act up when you leave your driveway (Pussy)

I'm

Late night chilling sipping drank, smoking good, off the woods getting high like a rasta
Pull up in the driveway looking flyer than a bitch in a maybach

you thought you'd be by now? 
I wish you'd talk, talk to me 
Talk, talk to me 

Standing on your porch 
See your headlights flash across the driveway

drinking
Hope the fun never ends
Till I'm puking in your car in your driveway

If I don't make it
If I don't make it through the night
Don't mourn the loss

the profit
Bought a 2023, slanted, cross the driveway

What the fuck that nigga do in the neighbors
lookin' sideways
If I told you that I love you, I'd be

got new bitches they galore
Purple House the gang everyday it's like a Friday
Pull up to her crib smoking on her mother's driveway
Gym everyday heavy

you and me
Goin' across the homeland
Countryside to see
Pull up in the driveway
And unloading all the stuff
Home from a road trip is good enough

want twelve pullin' into my driveway
In nine ways, I could draw the same cat dead
Said bet, then went ahead and picked up the pen
When a voice in my head

till I can't nomore
Let's get high on the highway
Make love at the driveway movies on a Friday
This is never land I'm your Peter Pan
Imma feed her Peter

quantized or objectified
But there's this beeping in your head
And it won't stop
You think it's the IKEA truck backing into your driveway
But it's the alarm

Foreign whips
Driveway
Speed race
High way

Fuck 12
Let em chase
Pay the lawyer
Beat the case

Call the label
Drop the tape

Ho shit
I do not pay it no mind