Powerwheels (feat. Dub)

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Vico Camacho

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Gotta take each chance I need em'
Navigatin' towards my freedom
Still I chase it, I'm on the verge of it
Gettin' wasted always trying to curb somethin'
Still observant, looking for my purpose
I stop searchin', I start workin'
Time to face this, and emerge from it
All the pain means you're probably about to learn somethin'

And when will the pain stop?
Im forced to take the bitter end with the sweet
And compete with heavy raindrops
Clean slate I need a brain mop
To cleanse me of these angry ass raps
And take it back when it was hip hop
Yeah right I can't flip flop or rewind
The past hates the present and the future has a deadline
Then after that it's a flat line
And it feels like I'm pretty close to that but I don't mind
Yup only me, care less about the next man
Especially when I'm hood and they lampin' in a mansion
Shit where's my upgrade, upperclass expansion?
The closest thing I came to 40 acres dawg was campin'
So I'ma put my stamp in, better yet a foot full
Why is life such a cup is only seen half full
Or shit even worse it's half gone
So please don't obey your thirst, 'cause if you do dawg its so long

Gotta take each chance I need em'
Navigatin' towards my freedom
Still I chase it, I'm on the verge of it
Gettin' wasted always trying to curb somethin'
First I chug this, I don't need no chaser
Hittin' up the plug like where's your location?
Time to face this, and emerge from it
All the pain means you're probably about to learn somethin'

Camacho... Vico
Maan I got free-spirit flow, break it down and here we go
"Sir stop the vehicle, you're driving with no steering wheel"
Where do I turn? I got time to kill, might as well, light an L
Till' I'm high as hell going right to jail
And lately I've been wasted everyday been on vacation
So pack ya bags when you play this, got the combination
Of the sensation when ya drinkin' smokin'
You say f*ck the law so I throw the ball to y'all 'cause I think ya open
Touchdown! I bust pounds into ounces
Out of luck now I bust rounds duck the f*ck down
Productive potheads I love to bust the dutch down
But at the same time as the blunt cloud I must bounce
I come around once to often like Tsunami's
Probably droppin' bombs like a Fat Man up in Nagasaki
So watch me topple top notch spittas call me cocky
Rather call it prophecy 'cause I'm the best so logically

Gotta take each chance I need em'
Navigatin' towards my freedom
Still I chase it, I'm on the verge of it
Gettin' wasted always trying to curb somethin'
First I chug this, I don't need no chaser
Hittin' up the plug like where's your location?
Time to face this, and emerge from it
All the pain means you're probably about to learn somethin'

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