Like fuck it man
Driving in my dodge ram
More props. r.i.p., my poor pops
Run away from the cars...
And garage for what i'm driving.
But he don't rule a thing
Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars
Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars
And mine somewhere bout mars
Got like a hundred cars
Driving around in a plow, pow!
That's why all i want is you now
A fuck that we will never give is like our pops
Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars
Whiskey cigars and fast cars?
And when this beat drops, your heart stops
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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