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the liquor
Temper getting shorter, but his mind getting bigger
Never double back, that bitch ain't mine if I quit her
I'm out here playing defense with

Then get this right? I'm driving along man I'm driving as I'm driving,
I'm driving safely. I'm obeying the rules..of the road.
Whatever sign comes

Diamond Life

Tyga

No Introduction

2008

and socialites, young and fly fly fly

Back to the cold, motivational roads
No guidance, just violence and probational homes
Thinking my hot routes is all out,

here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead

I'll run this back for fun
My wife just had our son
The 42 hour long labour and trauma it brung
It

but could
Never close the curtains
Man my angel in the field
And he working

Getting my head together
As I hitting the road
Pull up to the store
Seeing

door. Bow wow
I tried to bark myself
very loud Bow wow
it was great
I flew up to the moon.
I tripped.
Why don't you try onece.
I bet you will love it.

for me tracks
So let's make a toast no alcohol just pour me facts getting back
To how it started how it's going now
Fell deep into intoxication slowing

you beefing
But posting location
Oh now you usain, uh
You ain't from nowhere
I looked up your neighborhood
Nigga, the road's getting paved
Now we gon

right
They hear bow and run off and hide
They've got shit corn, hashtag don't ride
And if it weren't done by the mandem
It probably got done by

Go to war for my brothers, them my niggas
Sold bows of Reggie them bitches all high ticket
Go way back way, way back with them niggas
Tryna love

lie
Add it up it's all there
Long way from just getting by
Know my niggas sky high
See these chains I buy
Told her I adore you, so I Dior you
I need ten

Recollect the message
Bow to my presence
Got so much sauce
SMS but I don't text bitch
I cook bands when I get bread I party
Bake bands get these hoes

I been stacking dollars, getting gwala nigga, I make the scene (bling bow)
Bitches over there trying firgure out why I'm so mean (check the ring

All these packs I bust
Nigga in gelato we trust
Swear I can count back on my hand them niggas who lent me something
Remember my first day out

for rights
While doin the opposite
Twisted shit
Lost competence

My mind is getting twisted
Can't resist being affected
By what i witness
Day by day
Day

so they say I'm acting strange
And I've been smoking on this gas because it helps me numb the pain
Late nights down the back road I was biking in

Goodnight to Mother's Dream

Nanci Griffith

Flyer

1994

And the sailors on the water
They all want the captain's daughter
They want her beauty and her youth
To grace their bow out on the sea
Me, I'm getting older

flipping
10 bows through the road get them gone now they missing
I'm punching in thinking of shit on the fly
Baccarat fragrance all she smell when I walk by

into the well-fed earth
One of which, a liberty apple, after being watered in
Was tamped by a baby barefoot
With a bow hanging in her hair
Biting her

to show all them hoes (show 'em)
Had to get back in my bag and get back on the road
I'm giving back to the bros (giving back)
Wasn't no flip of no coin, I

On defense, I shot through the window, and I put some dye in my hair just like Cisco
All of my n*ggas they getting them a load in, ain’t investing in crypto
Hit

to the safe
This ain't the day (nah)
This is not the end (nah)
Fill my head to far in the door
King T got my back
I'm on the road on the track
This is my life

Lock Arf

Section Boyz

Don't Panic

2015

arff
Back to them Zs getting chopped up, Mad Max
You already know I'm a shotta

Wah? Everyting lock arff
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Steel

the Frigidaire
Grab a beer and chug it
So fuck it
Coming from the land of lost souls
Dark roads
Trying to evade the potholes
Build another wall up
As I swallow