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(album: Blue Gene's - 2023)


Wait for me to
Wait for me to fall off you'll be standing in a coffin
If anybody says they gave me a L they be sleep talking
I could be asleep and walk in river water drip dropping
Filter on acrylic gears like fuzzy filters on a walkman
Yeah, backroad classics since my debut track list
Had that Tahoe smoking since my Rolling Stoned hit
Dirty boys, that is us, on the game like ticks
Best check, high and low, like a creek bank bitch
All my horses in the front yard, hit the switch to turn the key on
You might see a Bronco be in the pond made a trail no lane to be a
Leap frog, where to?
Back forth, but me
Off course, stuck though
My choice, and I don't
Do drugs, like salt, two slugs
Too slow, dried up
Red carpet, old rug
And I'm gon' wipe cow shit on the entrance
No bonfire for these celebs they might melt like plastic at a close distance
If you got a Bic pen with no interest
You're pretty much a photo op like some planned Polaroid pictures
I stay literature, when I split the word, to get the curb
Wiring up a system to help get me heard
So sit and learn, this language arts has hit the burbs
I'm the shit in the studio don't slip on turd
We ain't gonna click if your rhythm ain't with the curve
I'm possum dodging smoking pot looking at pothole swerve

Ayy, fuck it I ain't worried 'bout the police when I'm crusing (Nope)
Hellcat ain't no thing my dust and boost gon' lose 'em (Woo)
Driver skill be something action movie stupid (Skrtt skrtt)
So many lanes Bo and Luke couldn't even do it

All these country stars be acting like some groupies
Instagraming like they're divas out here tryna get some smooches
Yuck, you ain't no Hank Williams Sr. 'cause you suited
Dreams hollow 'cause you ain't seeing 'em lucid
Shot through the heart and the arrow not from Cupid
Music City leave you deaf like you've been jamming to Q-Tips
Blue notes, blue music, but where the blue print?
All I'm seeing in a CMT 2 skit
Luke Combs' eyes so close one punch look like two fists
Morgan Wallen ratatouille You Proof riding in that V6
Ayy

Ayy, fuck it I ain't worried 'bout the police when I'm crusing (Hell Naw)
Hellcat ain't no thing my dust and boost gon' lose 'em (Woo)
Driver skill be something action movie stupid (Skrtt)
So many lanes Bo and Luke couldn't even do it
Ayy, fuck it I ain't worried 'bout the police when I'm crusing (Nope)
Hellcat ain't no thing my dust and boost gon' lose 'em
Driver skill be something action movie stupid (Skrtt skrtt)
So many lanes Bo and Luke couldn't even do it

KallaniOnDaBeat motherfucker

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