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Ride Going Blank Again

sheets swallow me up I just feel so young Wormed your way inside my head To muddle up my brain I'm glazed over, no-ones home I'm going blank again

swallow me up I just feel so young Wormed your way inside my head To muddle up my brain I'm glazed over, no-ones home I'm going blank again

out the motherfuckin' palm trees TRU to the game and gone off that Dank weed Shoot a nigga up in the middle of the sunset And when you ride through the

hear no shout feel the courage seeping out plunge the knife with no reason slash the name within season slump retreat run again ride the pain going

was hot, you can never wait She was hot, never hesitate She was hot, on a cold and rainy night I think I'm going off the rails Riding down the pleasure

, ready to pop or stop While those who rank high in might ride on top Retaliation a must when I bust or blast Retaliation and blank gun in hand with my

and shit a nigga was dying I'm finally back in the world and it's hard but I'm still trying Not to fall and risk my freedom again trying to ball While

've been fiending to leave My life is fucked up, and I'm tired of having to drink to a G [Chorus] Pain, my middle name I must learn to live again, but

Pistol packers and jackers, and bad ass bitches on the track Everybody you come across, trying to stack stacks It's going down in the South, (going down in the South) It's going down in the South, (going