Lyrics:
should took a look my bitch
Rolly shining like it rock a high vis
I'm on Middle of the drama I live inside and my hoe's bilingual
Kush cookies & a king
girl come and let me please
let me be your wings
imagining you by my soul
i’m beating the road for everything
cause i’m searching to reach your home
the lot at a phonebooth, baby
I'll act up for weeks
No one to love and hold me
We're movin quite to three
Middle of the road in New Hollywood, Boulevard
You read it by the road
Waving goodbye to your neighbor
Where the hell you supposed to go?
Guess I'll meet you in the middle
Well, ain't nobody
The sun has opened up my eyes
And I don't wanna leave your side
For that lonesome road
But here I go
Climbin' back behind the wheel
Fifty feet
night
How about a little test drive
Down by the lake?
There's a place I know about where the dirt road runs out
And we can try out the four-wheel
hard and cold
I seen a young man lying by the side of the road
He cried "Mister, won't you help me please"
An ambulance finally came and took him
All these catties on the roads, in and out
They come and go for a month they wanna know
So I send them to my bros
Who gives a damn about my age
Watch my
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
of support
In a party run by fools
And the talk is all of the faces seen by candlelight
Still the lights keep burning in the middle of a town called Iron
the road
And it explodes
Don't worry
Dance in the road
The house is reeling
I'm kneeling by the tub
Lonely is as lonely does
Lonely is an eyesore
OoO
Shot by an arrow
Along a yellow road
OoO
In bloom is a rose
A rose
A rose
Fade to black this surely the end
What have we done
I can not comprehend
I
two, one try run
(Hop out the four by fours on three-man, got two, one try run)
I was on the roads tryna double up, home now I wanna see my p's just
My face is bait, I can't hide it
I make the beat sound better when I ride it
We're top of the game, they don't like it
I hit the road everyday
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Our eyes, we drove off into the sunset lookin' for another place to put the garbage
We didn't find one till we came to a side road, and off the side
had to save face
Tell me how do I fight temptation
When I am being tempted by fate
On the road trying to find redemption
Because I'm haunted by my
Thoughts in time and out of season
The hitchhiker stood by the side of the road
And leveled his thumb
In the calm calculus of reason
(Hi,
She had a drive-by childhood
A plastic Jesus on her chest
A mean mean girl
With a certain snake allure
A heart like 16 midnights
And a surgical
shady grove
In the middle of shady grove
No one would ever come by
We were young and very shy
It seemed to wrap around us both
The place we called shady
the band back on the road and we
Still got a lot of wild seeds to sow
LB prayed and Michael cried it was the
First time without you by my side.
Stage goes
night
How about a little test drive
Down by the lake?
There's a place I know about where the dirt road runs out
And we can try out the four-wheel
on bonitos
Big shark i aint swimming with these nemos
Small heath you can catch me on the strip no probs
More time probably chilling by them cov road shops
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