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billy woods - hack lyrics

i hate driving at night
just increase the chance quality of life gon’ flash them misery lights
stay home/write that richard price
but when the script don’t flip/right back at it like a neighbor on the pipe
pick up/drop off/pick up/drop off
it’s just a job but you can’t never knock off
gettin’ old, goin soft or just seeing things for what they are
i’ma die up in this car/hunched over the wheel with a big roll of small bills
tray fulla ash/quarter tank of gas/dog eared photos tapes to the dash
18 years pushing this cab/from bush dimes to kush in the bag
youthful crime to this is all i really have
flash high beams on the boulevard of broken dreams/oh, you don’t know it?
last exit off the road to riches and diamond rings

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write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
here, right?

they told me:
woods, you need a new free project every month and a half and moving forward
the publicist only accepts cash
something to think bout while i drive like when your connect retire
introduce you to the new guy and he’s twenty-five/hmmmmmmmmm
the meter runs/release reefer in lungs/now we’re cooking with gas
good times? i ain’t have fun seems like errybody else had a blast
your last tape was half–ssed
few weeks p-ss ya mans already got the microwave on rehash
that’s what’s hot on the local thoroughfares, huh? f-ck it, ill take you there
red light/the beast just stare/watching you try to play it cool
everybody plays the fool/sometimes/hit the corner like we playing pool
sink the nine
moving goalposts them folks change rules/no reason or rhyme
i compete with great vigor within the lines that are painted, n-gg-
now i’m out here graveyardin’/narrow margins/pathetic pantomime
grey gardens

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- billy woods lyrics

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