I love all the inspiration
Of the nearest gas station,
They call me better now. see when everything is stopped
These natural disasters coming at a great cost
Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled
I'm ring winnin, my jeans different
I'm no stress-reliever, no natural born leader/
{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her
Got my foot on the gas
No one-half and i hate math
Cant help my actions, they come natural
Yeah come holla at your uncle
Its cold as shit in this booth
Make him inhale the gas fumes
This is something different
Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled
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