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skrt in the Jeep with the targa top down
Skrrt skrrt bitch i'm with my girl we goin to pound town
Yea we out in Denver where we soaring mile high

a big boy with really small needs
Gotta figure out how to find my new happy

I can't go run away again can't go make new friends just to leave
Keep

here
A mist, a shroud, around a long-lost town
Where the noise means nothing when you're not around
The life gives out, and will I ever wake up?
Just how

Bound
Be a man
Take a stand
With your fucking chest out
Run away head south
Terminate
Red house

Insidious
Red face
My demons
In my head space
Revealing

could have sworn that Greyhound bus was headed for Pennsylvania
Sweet Pennsylvania

They recommended a cheap place in town run by an old gypsy lady
Her

way
Then I fucked it up, one mistake in the play
Took the nights to enjoy myself
But i broke your heart when you needed help
Left you there all by

contact now
He stood there smiling wit his hand out
Said I wouldn't mind showing you around town
She looked at her bag then looked around
Looked back at her

up

I'm really down to run amuck
Ready to  ride out my luck
I'm fresh outa love
Aka don't give a fuck
Both middle fingers up
No doubt I'm probly drunk

home drunk, last time (it's time)
I drove home drunk, but it's the last time x3
I drove home drunk

[Verse 2]
Drunk by myself, bottle under the seat
I

it on my town, yeah

Wipe my sweat (fuck)
Fleeing from this debt I put on myself
I kinda let, it grow
Way too big for these kiddie shows (ummm)
And it

it
Everyday is a
Cash out
Never slacked
Never kissed ass,
Always fresh out
Getting to the
Top of charts
That's my dream
Side by side
With role models

One sunny afternoon I lost my way home 
 Found myself in an invisible part of this town I thought I knew 
 And running out of suds and soda 
 I fell

Mothaship

Akbar

Big Bang Boogie

math
Raptivist, black activist
Check the hi-five saphire
It's 'bout to go down in your town

1-2
1-2
Yo
Yo

[ VERSE 1 ]
I was walkin down the street late

trapped by trap
Always run they trap, anything just to yap
They ain’t hand it to us, just bite the hands grouping us
Into one nice stereotype to devise they

a hypocrite 
Think you so cool but got no shit

I'm the king at rap in this town
Let me give you tissues during your breakdown 
I can make a rap song by myself

information is leaked now
And it got yo business spread it through out the town
You got uh head rush when yo head bust
That’s what yo ass get thinking that you

School

Apathy

It's the Bootleg, Muthafuckas! Vol. 1

2003

kid, named Jay.
That jeff calls gay, and beats up, doesn't look very normal today
So I give a little smile and he gives one back
Then he walks by

try test me
'Cause I'ma leave my clip on empty, yeah

Yeah I'ma leave both clips on empty
Gunpowder, know you'll sense me
Quick bow, run town, no