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I got my hat tilted sideways and brand new shoes |
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I got my Alpine bumpin' rattlin' my rear view |
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Lookin' at the world behind me, make it bump, bump, bump |
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Turn it up another notch and watch it pump, pump, pump |
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Let it punch you in your chest feel it seepin' in your back |
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When it's time rewind it back, make it bump, bump, bump |
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It can get your leg to rockin', make it pump, pump, pump |
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Blister your transistor, make it thump, thump, thump |
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Black tree silhouetted against an orange sky |
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Cool breeze on a country road, |
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I'm ten feet high |
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I'm just about to take another step up, oh |
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Real world got me kinda fed up, oh |
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I got places to go and folks |
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I know that are waiting for me to arrive |
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A Warner Robins' state of mind is what it is if you ain't heard |
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We too broke to drink and too drunk to work |
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All day smokin' herb a tad bit disturbed |
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Yes sir absurd, don't know when the curse occurred |
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But we're scarred livin' harder than hell on wheels |
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Retarded oxycottin poppin' swappin' powder for pills |
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And if we want it we steal, we might be pawning your drill |
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If it's on you will get a soup bone to the grill |
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I got my hat tilted sideways and brand new shoes |
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I got my Alpine bumpin' rattlin' my rear view |
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Lookin' at the world behind me, make it bump, bump, bump |
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Turn it up another notch and watch it pump, pump, pump |
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Let it punch you in your chest feel it seepin' in your back |
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When it's time rewind it back, make it bump, bump, bump |
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It can get your leg to rockin', make it pump, pump, pump |
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Blister your transistor, make it thump, thump, thump |
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Black tree silhouetted against an orange sky |
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Cool breeze on a country road |
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I'm ten feet high |
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I'm just about to take another step up, oh |
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Real world got me kinda fed up, oh |
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I got places to go and folks |
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I know that are waiting for me to arrive |
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We addicted but intelligent live the criminal element |
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Coke is so |
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American show it stops the arrogant hos |
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Constantly staring at you, ain't no comparing the flow |
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Make sure you stare in the hole before you answer the door |
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Be sure you rappin' in code, the folks are tappin' the phone |
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My boy Jeff |
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Mack put a cap in his dome |
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That's how it happens back home, |
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I made that tap now he's gone |
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We're all a little paranoid |
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I got the hell on |
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I got my hat tilted sideways and brand new shoes |
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I got my Alpine bumpin' rattlin' my rear view |
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Lookin' at the world behind me, make it bump, bump, bump |
|
Turn it up another notch and watch it pump, pump, pump |
|
Let it punch you in your chest feel it seepin' in your back |
|
When it's time rewind it back, make it bump, bump, bump |
|
It can get your leg to rockin', make it pump, pump, pump |
|
Blister your transistor, make it thump, thump, thump |
|
Black tree silhouetted against an orange sky |
|
Cool breeze on a country road |
|
I'm ten feet high |
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I'm just about to take another step up, oh |
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Real world got me kinda fed up, oh |
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I got places to go and folks |
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I know that are waiting for me to arrive |
