Lyrics:
Headed out for Austin, now we're half way down the road
Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by
Steady staring out the window
It fells good, it fells
ain't never gone go if they pick up my Folder
DVM never be folding
I tell bro them go and spin for me
I know they will for me
Send a pint of wock or pay
by some misfires in your brain
Because you took some shit to numb your pain
Yes, you guessed it
The culprits here are opiates
Methadone, man
Vicodin,
appears to be both half open and closed.
And are drawn moth to the bulb,
Head down, as if reeled round a gear by the guts,
Inching toward your
"kid, we found your name on a envelope at
The bottom of a half a ton of garbage and I just wanted to know if you had
Any information about it"
Got it, I got it, I got it, woah
This gon' take a bit so don't watch the clock tick
Lock pick in my right hand to see what's really going on and I
surprise there
You must be trippin' out your mind
If you're gonna mess around with Bowser
The fire-breathing King Koopa
Screw your flower power
Step in his
from illusions and lies told
Running from the real world and away
Contradicting all the words written
On another day
Open your peepholes time to go
worthy
Open the 7 seals
I tell you it's all apart of the scheme
This is the Iwah when you pick your side and stay on your team
I know the wicked ago perish
Doc Martens stuck to the carpet,
We didn't care 'cos we didn't know,
Elvis Presley, half a pint,
It's 3am, just forget about tomorrow,
I'm gonna
knife, I'm a machete
That's made by Ginsu, wait until when you
Try to front, so I can chop into
Your body, just because you try to be basing
Friday
the trends
Or follow the truth
Pick anything you like
But again your choices they might follow you
Say anything you like
I already know you ain't got no
watch ol' flatfoot walk the streets
Whoop whoop, pull over that's the sound of da police
Is that your final answer?
Yes y'all!
Correct! now lets pick
(Coke white cash got me fitted like Royce)
Millionaire drug dealer raps (waiting, uh, um, yeah, you leave me no choice)
Show and tell (we don't
voice
Pick your choice in Illinois
This is me, this is Alex to
The what? Not Chicago, go west
Yeah I’m found those places
You know the golf clubs
knife, I'm a machete
That's made by Ginsu, wait until when you
Try to front, so I can chop into
Your body, just because you try to be basing
Friday
Glock laid on the table
Day by day closer to fatal
This open Bible ain't savin' me
When it's covered all in this Hennessey
But I pick myself back up
the stick by the door of this kitchen
Murder rate up to the top of the ceiling
I got that love for the racks when they skinny
Mind your bidness (your
again, I'll be hesitant
Now I think you a snitch
Throw a house nigga in a ditch
Half-pint bitch, fuckin' your homeboys
You little maggot, Eazy-E turned
won't laugh at your looks
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need
Use your mind, pick your side wrong or right
Gotta make the right choices
Read the lines don't fall for the hype
Can't listen to these voices
Stuck
again, I'll be hesitant
Now I think you a snitch
Throw a house nigga in a ditch
Half-pint bitch, fuckin' your homeboys
You little maggot, Eazy-E turned
this game
I hope that you been holdin' me down, that money came
Sittin' up inside of the court hopin' not to be judged by half of the choices I made
gon tie in
In the bushes they lying, ain't lying that's my word
By the end of the month, they left with them birds
Zoned off that purp, I'm slurring
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