They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn
I chose to keep pressin' on the pedal, after we mourn
The world should turn as soon as my records spin
Recording in the bathroom at the gas station,
But nah, he is quite different
Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled
New lesson, you ain't got progression, you just pedal that aggression/
You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin
Dance with the devil all glide, no pedal,
See these lights got me on another level
Because there's no fuel to hold our gas
Why a black nigga take ass over class
Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled
Scrilla fan, oh boy and
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