ConversationsWithTheDevilOnTheHighway
Darrion Zane
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As I sit in my room, start getting anxious Get tight in my chest Blunt to the lips Cup I sip I feel like trash Lights cut, strapped for cash Lights out, repeating the past I feel dead This is why I gotta go harder than y'all Wanna live a life that my dad never saw Buy momma Porsche, her lil baby ball Would pray to god but he never hit me back 100 missed calls, my head fade to black I sit in the dark develop a new plan I feel like gold, but my mind says steel And they melt me down, this shit get real Met my match, I'm no more than trees I flow through the leaves, in seas on a swing I can't rock the boat, but winter make me Turn the AC, crank it to freeze, I feel like Jack Frost I'm way more iceey, avoid the high beams I land and I fall As I sit in my room, start getting anxious Get tight in my chest Blunt to the lips Cup I sip I feel like trash Lights cut, strapped for cash Lights out, repeating the past
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