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dubleaadank - finale lyrics

[verse 1: t-rank]
lo-fi the vocals, ’cause i’m about to go postal
we started coast to coast
but we’re boutta count the totals
smooth sailing since sunoco
but a guy named ganja mon got us in loco
parentis, cl-ss with mrs. serensits
was the worst of my worries
but now i’m not in any hurry
all the cash i could ever need
forget the irs and their greed
it’s still feeling like the world got their eyes on me
but just a few more miles, and then we’re home free
and if things get bad we’ll take a taxi cab
if we need to, for once i don’t see nothing in rearview
he calls his studio the lincoln lab, sounds kinda drab
like he named it on a p-ssing fad
is the lincoln thing coincidence, or isn’t it, i think it is
pull off the freeway, the lab is in my sight
boutta lay down some lyrics, ’cause i ain’t looking for no fight
put the car in neutral, then i see the flashing lights
feel the old stress, green letters irs
gun it through the gap i swear they never forget

[verse 2: captain zucc]
they’re coming for the debt
desean is sweating bullets, i’m looking
head in his hands, we had our heads in the sand
took the lead we had for granted if i’m being candid
the best outcome’s that were stranded
after this, there’s only one left standing

[verse 3: andawg]
and we’re swerving ’round the corner
keep my fists gripped tight
’cause i warn you, zach is ready for a fistfight
josh on the wheel and he’s taking the next right
tires on the street and they’re slipping on thin ice
try to grab the door but i fly through the dash
in the snow and ice and some broken gl-ss
look at the sign we hit, it said lincoln ave
turn around we surrounded from front to back

[verse 4: j-had]
circled now, red and blue in my eyes coming to
got the wind knocked out me, thought we just finally through
one more wrench in the plan, now it’s all looking gray
so far that we’ve ran but i knew we’d end up here
one day

[verse 5: t-rank]
blood dripping down the side of my head, the taxmen emerge
i feel the dread, my heart pumping on the verge of life and death
my freedom at stake
not a dollar to my name
i think i’m about to break
owing 10k, and i ain’t got one buck
but it’s too late now to duck out
a judgment now
try to speak but can’t open my mouth
taxman takes the papers out
hole in my wallet is gaping now
i’m past saving
no cash in my savings account
he takes a calculator
punching in the digits
we was about to cash some scratch-off tickets
down the pavement and he’s adding the payment
i get up, i’ll hear the fee with honor
he turns and says

[outro: t-rank & dan van antwerp]
your total’s ten dollars
what
yeah, uh, there was an error in our system, we tacked three extra zeros on and so we overcharged you
so you need like 10 dollars? i won 10 bucks on a scratch-off ticket is that alright?
yeah

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