Sometimes I ride clean with no strap And sometimes I don't. Sometimes I drive high, buffin on packs And sometimes I don't. But either way I let the wind blow beneath my wings, gliding through the town as I see my dreams The wind blow, beneath my wings, gliding through the town as I see my dreams.
Unfolds, street stories untold, Me and my hooligans carry guns breaking rules and shit we don't wanna do it big but them niggas is shooting and yesterday they came through again and I don't wanna lose a friend. So I ride, dark angel rip wings, some niggas get keys, sip lean to forget things, me, I just think why the numb their self to the pain I put all the weight On my back and feel the strain first killing, first death, don't feel the same two wrongs don't make a right, but he can't kill again. Ash in the tray, strap in the way, other registration in my glove compartment I had to say I don't have the title, but the car is in my name I'll take that ticket just so we can part our ways every time I always feel that I've had smarter days til I get shot at and then wished that I have.. my way
Sometimes I ride clean with no strap And sometimes I don't. Sometimes I drive high, buffin on packs And sometimes I don't. But either way I let the wind blow beneath my wings, gliding through the town as I see my dreams. The wind blow, beneath my wings, gliding through the town as I see my dreams.
How much hate can one kid take? How much love till it starts to become a drug? How much fame can you acquire till the starts feeding that fire? Now look, how much until it's enough I roll up all of my window, the wind in my ears is too loud get that weed smoke out of my face, I need a clear view wow I'm looking up and see Seattle in my review now, I gotta leave if shit gets messy, I'ma go roll up my sleeve rain drop p-p-p-pedalin the hood of my Buick sometimes I'm feeling lost and sometimes I wonder why I make music but shit I'm sticking to it, if I don't run in my click do it I should leave but I'm f*cking addicted to it, it was written, Bitch is still in-n-out the bathroom still sniffin, damn I guess my college buddies are rapped up and coced bitches they play with their lives, thinking they will die homie won't miss em and sometimes I don't listen
Sometimes I ride clean with no strap And sometimes I don't. Sometimes I drive high, buffin on packs And sometimes I don't. But either way I let the wind blow beneath my wings, gliding through the town as I see my dreams. The wind blow, beneath my wings, gliding through the town as I see my dreams.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
