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 the wrong crowd acting like you all down, bout it, bout it,
but you bow down.
Whats up with you, whats up with you, whats up with me,
you are the one that I see through.
Right, left take a ride in the 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.
Havent I stated, never been faded.
If you are steppin up, for sure you are getting wasted.
Hangin out base in time you are wasted, hear you talkin local scene,
Imtalkin nation.
Everything I wi will be, everything I should be, everything you wi will never be,
everything you can not but wanna be.
Right, Left, take a ride in the doperide, yeah.
Right, left take a ride.
No apologies like Imborn-again.
No authorities gonna fumble my legs.
Rollin with the masses throwin my matches, atop of a gasoline package.
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Saliva
Lackluster :: Saliva