| Rollin' in this full equipped, game off the fucking tip,
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| We showin' out, everybody knows these speakers blowing out,
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| When you jam this shit and ain’t nobody feeling like the way I’m feeling this,
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| I told you before we gonna rock this bitch,
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| Over the top, let ‘em hang, let ‘em free fall up in this thing,
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| Seein' my chain so «blang», I ain’t even got to wear that to shine,
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| Cause' my ego survives it’s a man of it’s own kind
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| I’m on the dying coast, Pacific undertow pulling every note,
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| Checked out and burned from longer days, we’re the blood in the waves
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| Ridiculous vibes, they feeling my shine, I’m working overtime, you know I gotta
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| grind,
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| I’m all good, how the hell you feel when we on the spot?
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| Drop tops leaning back we chillin' cause they know we hot.
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| I’m stepping out in the parking lot straight leaning,
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| Got the whole vision that I’m straight seeing,
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| Pay attention I be loaded, exploding, self combustion that’s the way that I’m
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| going,
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| I’m on the dying coast, Pacific undertow pulling every note,
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| Checked out and burned from longer days, we’re the blood in the waves |