That's the window into the sky
Cars are passing by, guy
Trying to move foward, though it never stops
And it is to drive in all these fancy cars
I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars
Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,
Sb nike's, with the grey box
I feel like i got fifty cars
In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars
Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars
Run away from the cars...
I be murdering bars
More props. r.i.p., my poor pops
Livin the fast life, in fast cars
Best believe i'm leaving with more of those
Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,
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