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95 - pasty mane lyrics

[intro]
yeah, going down the road doing bout 95, don’t know where i’m going but i’m glad that i’m alive. radios playing and i got no place to be, all night long, panning down the ight. never gonna stop, never gonna act white, yuh, yuh yuh

[chorus]
and its so easy, and its so fast, who said this type of fun was never gonna last. down the road going like a train, never gonna come to this town again you won’t see me. gotta get along another empty bottle party all night long so you won’t join me on my moving track, won’t you join me cause i ain’t coming back… yeah. dreams of giant mansions, gold chains, 8 or 9 cars, took a shot. tired of running from cops, through the forest, run away from cars, rapping as i’m deaf rock-stars. i was hyper, because i didn’t get sh-t from my real pops, spreading ridiculous sh-t about mitsubishi plans making cars, rather than buying our songs stayed busy tuning stars, you’ll be missing working switchen hidden cars. went out had church with kids, yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks, hoes love me because my cars, h-lla mother-f-cking road blocks, metaphors in every colour, these indelible bars

[outro]
f-ck the cops b-tch, if they come up ill ignore the cars, we drive round in million dollar sports cars, got police chasing me and my n-ggas, going bout 95

- pasty mane lyrics

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