from the songs album Every Six Seconds
Comin down like a hatchet, rollin with the masses, throwin my matches atop of a gasoline package. throwin rhymes like ratchets, playas with passion comin disastrous bashin. runnin round with th
Ng crowd acting like you all down, bout it, bout it, but you bow down. what's up with you, what's up with you, what's up with me, you're the one that i see through. right, left take a ride i
Doperide, yeah. right, left take a ride. getting paid in the last days. rage of the teenage. comin out strong and hard and on the front page. haven't i stated, never been faded. if you're ste
Up, for sure you're getting wasted. hangin out base in time you're wasted, hear you talkin local scene, i'm talkin nation. everything i will be, everything i should be, everything you'll nev
, everything you can't but wanna be. right, left, take a ride in the doperide, yeah. right, left take a ride. no apologies like i'm born-again. no authorities gonna fumble my legs. rollin with
Masses throwin my
Matches, atop of a gasoline package.
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