Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.
So i guess that's where i hide my things
Blood stain, your slain, your brain
150 on my chain
They bringing me fish and chips
Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,
Balling, but it’s not a game
Blood stain, your slain, your brain
I'll be your companion ,your friend and your guide
350 on the stove and it's 90 outside
Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain
Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again
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