Lyrics:
you receive my car
When did you send it
Yesterday shouldve been there by now
9 4 5 9 1 Vallejo California mail box ect 9 4 5 9 1
Damn shit what
buck, buck)
Hit the driver's side window, as they crash into a pole
(..? ..), with a few left in the clip
Some for the driver, the passenger
And the rest
all
And by the model of my vehicle
You know that I ball
E92, but '91 the year that Tyler was spawned
And if I crash
I'm owing wheels like I'm a Vaughn
Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel
he looks out a window without glass
The walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet
his father beats
of birds.
Circled by swallows
In a world for the weary.
Courted by warblers; wicked and eloquent trilling.
Lie in the stillness, window cracked open.
to follow, baby, but
It’s my birthday
And I'm getting old
The man in the machine cracked the codes to your head
Your eyes were drooping and you’ve
Finally
I'm a creature of the street
And I rip off all the money
I was kicked in the teeth
Shoved face first through a window
I got a gangland name
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
by a Mack truck
And don't come around forty and front and get tapped up
Cracked up, can't wait 'till this album is wrapped up
I'mma take you
and a butcher knife
Another strive
Had it coming survived
Raised by dogs
Cracked the locks
Fixing the machine
Hand me the torks
They coming the orks
Running porks
Hey, Groove the window down, oh, shit I'm getting high
Still I'm cool, no A/C needed
Probly sliding down ya region off this Henny got me leaning
Both my feet have fallen asleep
Head to the dash in the passenger's seat
I've been struck by your words like a train
Hit with the way you left like
I shut the creaky car door
I scuffed my shoes against pebble and cement
Strode toward the night-time bench
Stared up
The moon looked cracked
Boy wanna catch a ride
Windows down starin in my eyes
Oo I gotchu on my mind
Know it's hard telling yourself these lies
Talking in the kitchen
You
and wet floorboards on rainy nights.
Joy was wet winds,
Slamming windows,
Standing hairs,
Seismic shivers,
Goose pimples,
Flu, and whitlow.
Joy was
Cracked windshield that I super-glued
Crumpled-up cans and a beat up bag of Red Man chew
Fix-a-flat, Johnny Cash box set
Half a dozen parking
lemonade
I love when we up in the streets
Down by my 'hood or the beach
Got one hand on my thigh, other hand on the window
It don't get no better than me
don't know by now baby I'm a star,
Look at my face,
Look at my car,
Look at my waist then look at my scars.
Look out da window see where we are.
In
its been
And all the signs lead back to you
And I could never let you go cause half of me is you
And outside I see the sun going down alone
I drove by
to the Promised Land
Casey Jones climbed in the cabin Casey
Jones orders in his hand
Casey Jones leanin' out the window taking
A trip to the Promised Land
Through
about a G
Plexi-glass on the windows
'Cause the trunk beat
Boom, boom, boom
Passenger is a cold freak
Shh, but keep that on the hush between you
Casey Jones was an old engineer
Call for his family tonight, they will fear
All I need is my water and coal
Look out the windows, see my drag wheel
of the walls are ears, all the windows, eyes :
Everything else is foreign,
'Home' is my wordless chant :
Mmmmmaah!
Give it a chance!
I am surrounded by
the greatest hits of Donnie Hathaway
Got interrupted by a drive-by shooting half a block away
Fahim was in the window, he didn't get hit though
All please due
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