jar fulla caviar, put that on my flag card
strappy black tit cover, put that on my rav4
silver speckled like a 'rilla, still green like reptar
we was on the run, we ain't even get far
you was on the hunt, first blood in your waistband
i was on that veg, onigiri with the fake spam
seaweed, blowing skunk rings out on white sand
we're the kind of the world now that the whole world turned bland
i'm tryna stay out their iron sights
testing my patience like a buncha try guys
i'm never washing up, i'm old ironsides
i'm feeling confident like i got iii
4 wheel drive, i'll tip up the front like a razor
scoot down in the front n drive slow like the pacer
i remember making dumber beats on your acer
my mind gone like i'm still out on decatur
(line drawn) there ain't no crossing that
i'm gone, you can't ignore the facts
broke back, luck gone, i'm stepping on all the cracks
she said "i can speak in tongues", she been reading acts
top floor with the bottom shelf in the coffee mug
in that basement studio, paco with the golden gun
it's always never say never 'till you cut n run
it's all love until you got no one

Dbl Park'd

Golden Hour (Exit 26)

catch me in the back booth at twin dragons in jeff city

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