ME AND MY FRIENDS IN A HUNDRED DOLLAR VOLVO
BUSTIN DOWN THE STREET CRUISIN UP THE RO-ROAD
GETTING ****ED UP ON THE 101
SHOOTING OUR GUNS AND HAVIN FUN
FORTY BEERS LATER AND A LINE OF SPEED
8 BALL, BLOW, AND A HALF A POUND OF WEED
HEADIN DOWN THE TRACKS TO MEXICO
****ED ON BEER NOT STAYING HOME.
Cheap Beer- FIDLAR.
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I spit bullets in my feet
Every time I speak
So I write instead
And still people want me dead
~msc
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