The boy been gone a few summers too long from road runnin´ Trunk full of old hunnids
Of course my old lover was scorned, we grow from it Don´t tell me they don´t hunt us for sport, I chose substances No cuddles, the bases is all covered Niggas come in the door and smoke somethin´ Choke up on the slugger from home run-ins Nigga it´s on, chest thump, his head thump on the floor We pressed up on the boy, no more bluffin´ Cold summers, don´t tussle with strangers Some of those keep one in the chamber Three spliffs had my wing tips clipped, I was stuck in a hangar, nigga Muffle my pain and muzzle my brain up Really, I´m just makin´ sure my promise is kept Chuck a duece if you know it´s the end Kept the truth in my palm and my chest
See it through, keep a noose hangin´ off of my neck We got the juice, niggas corny as shit We on the loose, niggas know what it is We makin´ moves, niggas corny as shit We got the juice, niggas know what it is Yeah
It is night and like the others I clean my weapons It is all so familiar
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