| to Athens you know I’m posting
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| 85 to 316 we rolling
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| Pine trees, the summer breeze be browing
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| We back roads exploring and keeping my mind going
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| In Jawga
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| We keep it dirty in Jawga
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| I’m reminiscing my Jawga
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| I hold it down for Jawga
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| The wind blowing, my vision blurry, I’m holding steady
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| All 81 from Loganville in my uncle Chevy
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| And slipping two days, some days I need to feel my belly
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| I’m feeling heavy, just seen my partner get sent to heaven
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| Lord would you hit me, I pray to go a new direction
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| reflecting and realizing that I ain’t ready
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| I pay attention and listen to what my loved one tell me
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| They tell me slow down, be proud and count your blessings
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| to Athens you know I’m posting
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| 85 to 316 we rolling
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| Pine trees, the summer breeze be browing
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| We back roads exploring and keeping my mind going
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| In Jawga
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| We keep it dirty in Jawga
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| I’m reminiscing my Jawga
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| I hold it down for Jawga
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| I see the pattern of ladders inside the matrix
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| We can’t escape, look in the mirror but can’t face it
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| My mind is racing, I 'm chasing something that’s so amazing
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| To be the greatest, creator’s favorite so why they hating
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| I’m contemplating the coup d’etat
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| So calculated, I’m complicated like shooting stars
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| So many comments, I promise Thomas to keep it coming
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| I want the money like Arnold Willis and Mr. Drumming
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| to Athens you know I’m posting
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| 85 to 316 we rolling
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| Pine trees, the summer breeze be browing
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| We back roads exploring and keeping my mind going
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| In Jawga
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| We keep it dirty in Jawga
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| I’m reminiscing my Jawga
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| I hold it down for Jawga
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| No disrespect but I feel that life is a game of chess
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| Maybe I tested I’m failing but see I do my best
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| And being southern’s a disadvantage I don’t regret
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| But we just talking, been waiting to get this off my chest
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| Slamming and bumming and grumbling ain’t never got me nothing
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| I had to fight and grind use my mind to get something
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| It’s so disgusting, we suffered busting
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| My intuition got average so we straight readjusting, uh
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| to Athens you know I’m posting
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| 85 to 316 we rolling
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| Pine trees, the summer breeze be browing
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| We back roads exploring and keeping my mind going
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| In Jawga
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| We keep it dirty in Jawga
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| I’m reminiscing my Jawga
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| I hold it down for Jawga |