Lyrics:
Swerve right
Swerve left
Swerve right
Swerve left
Swerve right
Swerve left
Swerve right
You ain't never had shit (yeah)
Swerve on 'em
For
doing, like
Like I don't know, fuck 'em
What's a man without some
Principles to stand by?
A good girl beat a bad bitch by a landslide
They'll never know
hard to bridge the gap
When we ain't speaking enough
Like driving distance on the map
But roads ain't linkin up
I always wonder why I feel
Like this
they strip black mask black lex
You walk thru my strip and get beat out ya flesh
Back out da knocks who tryna get left
Switch on the mop tryna clean up
and sickening
Tantalized
Don't you listen to him
Close your eyes
To see that there's no one by your side
A fear so old
Every hand your reach for growing cold
Judd you think this gonna be a banger?
Probably
Eating dinner at the diner aye
I do not fuck with no minors yuh
See a bad bitch and she finer yuh
bored and left them there
They were just dead weight to me
Better down the road without that load
Brings back the time when I was eight or nine
I was
bored and left them there
They were just dead weight to me
Better down the road without that load
Brings back the time when I was eight or nine
I was
men playing checkers by the trees
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in
your hands
And the old men playing Chinese checkers by the trees
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
your hands
And the old men playing Chinese checkers by the trees
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
gettin' booked for a quarter of my price
All this red carpet shit, brand partnerships
I must've let y'all forget that boy nice
No Sprite, but life givin'
against me
How could I reside with you
You talk to your boy crazy
Then want me to side with you
Noooo
I’m on the road
Yeah
I’m on the road
You telling me I
slept on me, I woke 'em up (ooh)
AR with the shoulder strap, what that sound like? The NOLA clap
Money so retarded, might park my Phantom in a handicap
quiet in the yard
Giddy up and gold dust, all the cars turn to rust
You've got no means for wanderlust
Pastel trailer park, stars so bright to hide
playing checkers by the trees
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in
blood, I'ma show love, I'll call you my brother
When we on the road like a trucker
We bringin' that heat like it's summer
We'll serve 'em no butler
Send
off the Lincoln
Dosey Doe when I’m tweakin
Off the road when I’m linkin
Smoke the sting got the lungs tired
Speakin French got the tongue tied
of life, yeah
Mediocre, that just won't suffice
Better now than ever
Ain't no crackin' under pressure, the boy is clever
If I did it, it was stellar,
park, stars so bright to hide the dark
All is quiet in the yard
Giddy up and gold dust, all the cars turn to rust
You've got no means for wanderlust
Ain't no glory in pain, a soldier story in vain
You niggas gobbled up by the muthafuckin' game
It's a long long dark road out of hell, I've been there
let me clear
I ain’t going nowhere
I was born here
So it’s no fear
Dropping bombs
Til it’s clear
50 banging in your ear
Like I never left
Blax!
Je te casse la guitare sur le
Crâne comme les Linkin Park
Coup d'schlass vocaux, pouce toi poto
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