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of not hatin', I'm alarmed by it
I'm appalled lately, did they work, but the fuckin' dog ate it
Got the dog in me, let me park by the crib
No park by

quiet in the yard

Giddy up and gold dust, all the cars turn to rust
You've got no means for wanderlust
Pastel trailer park, stars so bright to hide

quiet in the yard

Giddy up and gold dust, all the cars turn to rust
You've got no means for wanderlust
Pastel trailer park, stars so bright to hide

Marley,
Yes I'm On The Boogie
Then It Bangs On Hard Core
Do Ya'll Remember?
Linkin Park And
Jay-Zizzle's Fuckin' 'Encore'?
So 'What The Hell
Are You Waiting

On the creep 
And my car ain’t got no key
Hit the app, Face ID
Speeding in the N line, got pulled over by the troopers
The top black, it’s 3 A-M they thought my

fucking blinking
Feel like my brain is fucking shrinking
In the park but I'm not Linkin
Lotta times feel like I'm sinking
Run from my problems I be

Let's get it yall
Life is what you make it
Life's a long road
But if you put your faith in god
He will help you get that gold
Life can be hard
Or it can

get complacent, I'm still mergin left
The big body benz running like it was theft
Like Kevin Gates, swear man I'm gettin no rest
I think I'm the best

Outlaw, road runner dirty with no licenses
Shallow bitch, you get money too, then you're her type
Gambling, type to risk it all and throw the dice in

(313 Mafia)
Told girly hop off my dick
She wasn't ridin' it right
I was on the road at sixteen
With no kind of license
Spirit fucked around and lost my

underneath
eating mine alone
and no one knows
or eating every ones
and everyone is coming
i could never bring anything to reality now
reality is cracked by

be on the road all by myself
That's how I found out
My Tesla went to Tulsa, without me
And I don't even know nobody there
I'd Uber up to Oklahoma, but

pedal
So I can get a kick
If the road's not level

If I lose my balance
Meaning I can't bike
I'll face that challenge
By getting a trike

When I am biking

Clouds

The Jayhawks

Hollywood Town Hall

1992

the park.
Wanted you alone to walk beside her,
Wanted you alone to live beside her, it was morning,
Better roads with light on them.

[Chorus]
Can your

You Ain't No DJ

Big Boi

Sir Lucious Left Foot...the Son of Chico Dusty [Deluxe Edition]

2010

nigga, I don't expose you as a hater
Got Decatur, East Point, College Park and the SWATs
Campbellton Road closed, road block, watch out for the cops

ain't no handouts
Had to get up on that road and swerve Up on that band route
Niggas talking like they him, but I'm The man now

Joke's up, do him like

her put her on something real sexy
Park get the flying J, jump in the Lexus
Pop in the car with me, she bought a gar for me

I was road running it
So

A broken down, ghost town, lost and disposed

Left turn on a dirt road
Covered by trees
No streetlights by nightfall
It's less than friendly
It took my early

changed lanes
Upgrade like a car
Y’all stuck in park
It won’t get you far
That’s just law
Y’all playin checkers...chess the way I’m movin
Life been target

Running through thoughts I left my heart with the beat
I know the way I live is Messi, I left my heart by your feet
I know my views get kinda shallow

lil' ho, she on petty shit I OD'd off the Drank and I'm smokin' Biscotti
I crashed the whip and it left a dent
I don't talk to that ho, no, she can't get

I stride the street bypass pop fast
A lot days was gone with no fuckin mind
It's not my overmind suffer by proper sign
Promo not even in my option

a rush to be smothered by something I can't keep alone
And if I'm wrong then I'll be wrong go on this road all on my my own I mean
I love you but I'm not

muted take it in stride and head inside
For this is the last night before I make that move
By morning I'll be scrambling with several things to prove