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62 lias – 62. z0nd (prod. tracy lane) lyrics

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[intro]
that’s not the point
she doesn’t know that i have one
ok, guy to guy now
i have a very strict code
only on out+of+town trips
no real names
yo tracy, i like this one

[refrain]
b+tches ain’t sh+t
that’s why i
run with the clique
swerve to the cash
nah, swerve till i crash
pushin’ three digits on the dash on 280
this sh+t crazy
f+ck it, smoke more weed than jim carrey
stumble all my words
stumble all my words

[verse]
don’t f+ck wit’
hook, verse, hook
man, f+ck all these regulations
nice guys finish last
i’m way in the past
b+tch i won’t last
last of us
last of the good ones
rotate in my mind
i feel f+ckin’ cooked
b+tch, you can’t cook
go for my friend, b+tch
what is you playin’?
what is you playin’?
my mind is straight fadin’
this is my lifeline
b+tch you ain’t got no time
mind up, pad up, crack up
b+tch off the crack again
why she break up my back again?
knots in my arteries
yeah, this a farce to me
b+tch ain’t sh+t
[pre+chorus]
you just gon’ leave yo’ sh+t all over the driveway?
yeah, i’m not giving her the satisfaction of cleaning that up

[refrain]
b+tches ain’t sh+t
that’s why i
run with the clique
swerve to the cash
nah, swerve till i crash
pushin’ three digits on the dash on 280
this sh+t crazy
f+ck it, smoke more weed than jim carrey
stumble all my words
stumble all my words

[verse]
bars from afar
and this ain’t no fantasy
man this a plan to me
f+cked up my anesthesia
kicked in the back
kicked in the front
i don’t know where i’m goin’ with these thoughts
can’t even pick up no thots
can’t give up
don’t give up
words from the fallen
rest in peace
can’t find no peace like please
leave me alone
leave me a throne
i ain’t got no home phone
‘cuz i’m grown up
tryna’ get paid on my lonesome
still f+ck around with my old friends
no shame
i ain’t shamed
[pre+chorus]
yeah just the usual psycho female stuff
she thinks i’ve got another woman on the side

[refrain]
b+tches ain’t sh+t
that’s why i
run with the clique
swerve to the cash
nah, swerve till i crash
pushin’ three digits on the dash on 280
this sh+t crazy
f+ck it, smoke more weed than jim carrey
stumble all my words
stumble all my words