Lyrics:
rings but it's not his voice
Seems the highway patrol has found a jack-knifed rig
In a snow bank in Illinois
But the driver was missin'
this
My heart cold, I'll send you somethin' hot
Blowing kush, but I'm stayin' focused
'Cause niggas move when they think you not
That shit got my brother
Get money the goal
No I won't sell my soul
I'm keeping my pole for niggaz
N ducking patrol
I carried that load
Long nights on the road
I'm stunting
MF DOOMSDAY, rapping's my true power
Rent is due tomorrow but I do not want to pay
Yesterday love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place
like Snow Patrol
Baby girl know what it is
She gon' go for sure
Yeah, she see what time it is
I got my Rollie on
I'm so happy that we here
'cause I been
the powder every powder the crack
Every hour I devour money shower
With that lemonheads in my air, how sour is that?
Real sour, I break shit down like twin
rings but it's not his voice
Seems the highway patrol has found a jack-knifed rig
In a snow bank in Illinois
But the driver was missin'
up
Get inflicted by my verbal conviction
A Bad Boy but far from a Detroit Piston
You're not focused enough, you're not listenin'
You need to slow
Flash that buttery gold
Jittery zeitgeist, wither by the watering hole, what a patrol
What are we to Heart Huckabee, art fuckery suddenly
Not enough
way
The camps are filling up day by day
Hey
Day by day
Day by day
Day by
Day by day
Night by night
Border patrol puts up the fight
Day by day
Night by
And roll on, eighteen-wheeler, roll on (roll on)
Well it's Wednesday evening, momma's waitin' by the phone
It rings but it's not his voice
Seems
{.. Dred wake up. Dred wake up! ..}
"A deep snow, was on the ground in Washington.."
[Dred Scott]
Too slick; I pick a pocket even when it's under
as diplomatic....
Living the free way is not an accident..
I'm just a free way accident happinin ..
That all the dames dashin to see ...
cnd they can't quit staring
enough, I'm good enough, I'm good enough uh
Eyes closed mind running
They're holes in my stomach
Terrible I'm done with
My soul feels quite sunken
Left by
gotta invest
And he said look I'm not that impressed
So I got up and I just left
Cause I don't need no more fucking stress
So now I'm mobbing but regret
Blinded by your eyes
Yea I wish that you won't cry
Your emotions might be too high
Fuck me, I ruined your life
Face Down
I'm never late now
Pipe up
the middle it's frightening
Dark enough to get shot by feds
But not light enough to get look anything like them
When my reality is I went from the news at 6
Trying to hold it steady
Anything in my way is dead
'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone
Drunk by
you know they're hot the fans not hearing it
The record pins steering it in one direction
You, there is some music in the real niggas section
That
matter what you say nigga, long as you pay nigga
I figure - you want it bad enough, you gon' take yo' shit
A steel toe mack down to break yo' bitch
how the hell am I gonna do it?
This is a sport and it's all about timing
Come with a cadence then double the rhyming
Do not believe me but I am not
fucking fake, snow white is in my nasal
I don't even think I'm able to shimmy passed the table
Without tripping on cables, me and Travis crying
Earl is
think there's enough pieces of forgiveness
Somewhere in my broken heart
I would not have chosen the road you have taken
It has left us miles apart
narrows her eyes
Everyone looks at my mother she is one of
If not the most influential
Socialites in the city
He hands her two passes
A red one for her
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