Lyrics:
talk to pigs
Speeding to top this a racing gig
We Running circles round you bitches y'all some Guinea pigs
If I ever falloff that mean this game rigged
I
for no one, but surely I can take you along
Racing to the gig, the guys are up and ready
Rock and Roll 'till curfew call, the hall is all crowded
We'd spend all day outside. Footy in the park, three pots in.
cvoiding wankers and scoring goals
Coming home for tea. Rushing it down to go racing
days gig
What’s the waiting Coffee got me racing speed dash pacing
Dash say 180 (what)
You gone swear I’m crazy
I just hate basic
You can have that lady
Heart is racing, mind is reeling
That old familiar drunken feeling
Something I can count on till the end
It's only noon, I'll be fine
Showtime ain't
How I feel
How I feel
Doing gigs
How I feel
How I feel
Let's keep it real
How I feel
How I feel
Without a deal
How I feel
I feel amazing than
do a lunch blunt
Quit that powder, it was fucking up all my insides
Quit my day gig cuz i got a gig serving pies
I was young, quit school cuz i wasn't
on the highway
People say racing is dangerous
But I'll take my chances on the track any day than on the highway
Alright, gig, I better take off
Wait
We was thick as thieves growing up
Both of us raising hell
Chasing liquor with liquor
Racing and chasing tail
You got caught with a nickel bag
live like you'll die so long
The motto is Y O LO
You don't follow
It's fine go on
We the youngest in the club
Right before our gig
Hanging with
in Paris
Racing teslad livin awesome
Take a trip out to Canada
Voice rapping
This shit real
I'm not acting
Jus stay tuned
No cap
I'm out here
out of the basement
I drop my mask i am tired of faking
I'm fine my heart's just racing
I'll be alright in a bit
Feels like i'm floating
Hanging
come candy painted
The pavement shaking cause that motors cranking cranking
To roller skating taking church vacations
To racing like Daytona while
We speed racing to the money I need all my pros quick
When you get to a certain level you ain't got time to slip
It's too much money on the floor so
The day was about 88 degrees on my paper route,
racing around, taping flyers, tryna finagle a crowd.
Ran into Sweet Lick on the pavement and gave
not ya mans, but I treat as if I'm really like it
Ft nights, and texts in the morning
Get you so excited
Your heart racing from the sight of me
Continue
you'd want if I spend time
It's been time
Baby the gigs up
I gotta protect my neck
Like the RZA
Don't make me love you
If you're not ready
Don't make me
you’re still awake.
I can’t roll my rs, I can’t walk on high heels
I can’t play guitar and I can’t pay my bills
I can’t stop my heart from racing when
fuss
We make up then we fuck
And you think it's just us
But it's not over baby
You act like you tough But you not
The gigs up I gave up
And you lost
Earlier in the morning
Passing on the street
All the troubles gonna
Wait for me to meet
Just a fish for to gig
What I wanna tell
Time when Boogie
suckas like a cig
I aint Muslims but on my momma it's haram to fuck with pigs
Real Norf end baby I bust pipes and hit gigs
I was thugging with my brothers
No Fire No Fire
I'd get to see Frank Zappa
cnd the Mothers of Invention
With no fire, they'd get to play their whole gig
might lisp
I forget to forgive
Leave em smoked like a cig
Book his head like a gig
Money on his head wig
Break the bank like a twig
Build a house I got
cries
Listen to my lullabies
Let me summarize
Lost love after so many tries
No one even apologized
Chasing fame
Racing game
Crash and burn
No return
Never
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