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One for the road. Poppa was a rolling stone On my own roll, hurt my soul just to know he gone Shit stick wit'cha, surprised I got no broken bones Gold goals. Highway, gone Got no more "for the lows" No more waiting. No more fear. What way we taking? No idea No more hating. Look for competition. Nigga, no one's here Headlights, oh my dear. Red lights, oh my peers Gassed up, I'm air tight. Wanna enjoy my year, yeah Beep beep Cruising the street in my jeep jeep Steel to the floor. We don't need receipts A million in store. When we reach the peak Yeah, we hit repeat Yeah, beep beep Cruising the street in my jeep jeep Steel to the floor. We don't need receipts A million in store. When we reach the peak We hit repeat, ahh Can't let this shit get in my way So get that shit outta my face They ask me if I am afraid No way, no way SongtexteCan't let this shit get in my way No way, no way They ask me if I came to stay No brakes. No breaks. Thinking bout the old me How I would hold deep inside That little girl running wild Feeling like I failed her constantly Now I'm more free Can't take my peace from me Within myself I believe My darkness won't win the light in me Beep beep Cruising the street in my jeep jeep Steel to the floor. We don't need receipts A million in store. When we reach the peak Yeah, we hit repeat Yeah, beep beep Cruising the street in my jeep jeep Steel to the floor. We don't need receipts A million in store. When we reach the peak We hit repeat, ahh Can't let this shit get in my Get in my, get in my way, no So get that shit outta my Outta my, outta my face yo They ask me if I am afraid No way, no way, no They ask me if I came to stay No brakes, so go away Beep beep Cruising the street in my jeep jeep Steel to the floor. We don't need receipts A million in store. When we reach the peak Yeah, we hit repeat Ugh, beep beep Cruising the street in my jeep jeep Steel to the floor. We don't need receipts A million in store. When we reach the peak We hit repeat Oo Oo, y'all be wilding for YouTube Y'all be clowning like true fools Looking ass looking like Blue's Clues Dog, excuse me, we rude Oo Oo, y'all be wilding for YouTube Y'all be clowning like true fools Looking ass looking like Blue's Clues Dog, excuse me, we rude Yo, "Black Syllabus!" Ay, this shit was called "Black Instruments" at first And she was not having it She said, "That shit sound like we some old men playing jazz." So yeah, "Black Syllabus!" Thanks for listening I don't know what to say! I feel weird Why This is so awkward Say something Something Aus Songtexte Mania