| What was a symphony of sirens, pigs all over the island
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| Trippin, feelin' wire, but physically I’m tired
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| But f*ck it, I’m tighting my belt, put my pants a little higher
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| Make my teams, I ain’t waiting to say high shit, ??
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| bounce for the ?? |
| all American
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| with the history of violence, hopped in Pacific and I’m whillin'
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| pilled off, I could feel the noss like I’m missin and I’m drivin'
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| it’s nasty, dunkin on em on the rick side and think I’m ass out, backed out
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| almost hit a higher speed and down the wall way street
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| and I got the hit with hallow tight,
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| too late to feel em with ?? |
| no more, miss the night sky
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| feel the light shine like the blue, or red or white
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| and miss the night sky, and if I die shit
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| I don’t want it to be like this
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| It’s been at least a week since I ain’t seen my kids so I’m thinking shit
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| Slow down, show turn on the side street
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| Heard the tightest streets, can’t believe I’m in the driver seat
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| F*ck em, doing behind the wheel,
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| Bumpin drunk like myself like it’s time to kill
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| Parked in, quick as hell, turn off the head lights |
| Sparked it, hit the L so I can get right
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| Let light too, I was passed that’s what it seem like
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| I pinch myself, it’s ain’t a dream, right?
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| I couldn’t see lights, the red sirens whillin'
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| I had some free time to figure where I’m hailing,
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| Hard pounded, how 'bout the mountain shit
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| I cop the ?? |
| Carolina or Colorado,
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| I don’t know, but right now, home is where I’m heading sure
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| Feel like I’m stuck in the ???
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| I made it this far, roll upon myself
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| Took my shit off the whip I’m a chance to rest on foot
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| I said, coming in and f*ck that shit
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| You never take me alive, I ain’t going out like that
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| We ain’t breaking my spot, or walk right upon this level or look straight in
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| the eyes
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| And pop this face with the nine, blue is brains out
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| Made in the sign, pace for. |
| escape to the basement
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| Had a couple of naze and even the AK hit it
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| You think I’m playin bitches, you think that ' is gonna make me straight switch
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| up
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| Now you’re buggin, trippin on weak cow,
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| I’m trippin off league ?? |
| of whisky and. |
| sower
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| And combination of ??? |
| Came the whole damn place and gasoline shower
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| F*ck the cows and. |
| coming down
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| . |
| hey what’s up? |
| You’re coming with me
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| . |
| as they slip in, I might. |
| book the matches |