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[Hook] |
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Cinnamon seats, dashboard flakes, yeah, sprayed out |
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Drunk as a fool, throwing that Jimmy back until I’m laid out |
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Homie, I’m on my Catfish Billy *************t, I’m talking way out |
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Dude, I’m way out – I’m talking way out |
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Rolling country side anywhere that I go, hey now |
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Trunk on 'quake, cops pulling off they telling me “turn it way down” |
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Homie, I’m on my Catfish Billy *************t, I’m talking way out |
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Dude, I’m way out – I’m talking way out |
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[Verse 1] |
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Yeah – intergalactic, out of my mind and into traffic |
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In a pair of converse, tryin to climb mount everest with nothin in my backpack |
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It’s me: a son of a *************, a child of a ************* |
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A stepson you don’t wanna hit |
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Ooo wee, no, not him – not Lil Wayne, Michael Wayne |
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Who you thought it would be? |
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Damn right, and I’m on a tightrope |
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Screaming out loud, "*************”, ************* my life" |
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I ain’t never give a *************, I could never give a ************* now |
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So put the chain on my bike, yeah |
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Throw that ************* back on the sprocket, give me the pistol before you ******* it |
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Let me throw a bullet in the clip for luck for us |
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Poor us, yeah, popping these, shocking, ain’t it mane? |
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Well, I guess nobody wants to be broke, right? Black or white |
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Paint the frame |
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‘Cause I’m only used to refusing the stereotypes of a name |
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I ain’t a name – I’m a soul, I’m a piece of gold |
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I’m a pro, I’m a piece of *************t too |
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Do, what I gotta do if I gotta roll? Guess what? |
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I’mma roll all over you when I’m riding |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2] |
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Used to watch my beeper chirp, Blue *************ies and a Blank Panther *************rt |
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My world was a little bitty spot in the universe outside of Earth |
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Tennessee bound, Alabama born, I came down in a meteor storm |
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Media wrong, media write, right ‘em a wrong, ring the alarm |
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Duck under your desk, children go — this building is about to blow |
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I don’t know what I’mma do with this feeling inside of my mind and soul |
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I’m a one-in-a-million human show |
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Should've been the mother******* Truman Show |
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But if you seen me getting raped as a child |
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You probably wouldn’t give me room to grow |
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Heavy blow, take a heavy sigh |
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Like a runner on the daily, high oh my |
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You’ll be good, baby boy, don’t cry |
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I can make a boat with the broke up rhymes |
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God made me the Cherokee like no |
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I can’t let the world off the hook this time |
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And if you didn’t want this catfish *************t |
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In fact, you should've never shook that line |
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Readied that hook, took this time, to press play, then rewind |
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I would rather be drunk than be blind |
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To the space age pimp *************t that I combine |
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With what I know, rock and roll, I’m so famous, country fresh |
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That I can’t take one step in the *******’ street when I’m in public |
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So I get in this |
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[Hook] |