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Alabasta
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Shit
Swerving in my lane going thirty over (thirty over)
Open up the throttle, please don't pull me over (don't pull me)
Hope I see tomorrow, hope I see the morning (see the morning)
She shaped just like a bottle of some Coca-Cola (Coca-Cola)
Talking 'bout the classics
Life ain't been the same since that final tab of acid
I forgot my name but remembered all the baggage
I forgot my place, thought I lived in Alabaster
That shit was a disaster
Now I'm up to something, I can't entertain theatrics
I don't need a script to strike 'em, I can spit a flame on matches
Became obsessed with music, it's my precious like I'm Baggins
I don't care if you don't get it, have somebody else explain it
Catch me on the Guzzi in a Ksubi, I'm a movie
What you doing ain't amusing, kinda funny, scary movie
Now she sliding like the Toosie in a whip that's only two-seat
She gon' love me if she get me, she gon' hate me if she lose me
Swerving in my lane going thirty over (thirty over)
Open up the throttle, please don't pull me over (don't pull me)
Hope I see tomorrow, hope I see the morning (see the morning)
She shaped just like a bottle of some Coca-Cola (Coca-Cola)
Talking 'bout the classics
Life ain't been the same since that final tab of acid
I forgot my name but remembered all the baggage
I forgot my place, thought I lived in Alabaster
That shit was a disaster
Yeah, a disaster
Once you face plant in the dirt, what comes after?
Cigarette ash, raspy
Tool going off the last tab of acid, don't ask me
Legs dead from the waist down like I had just ran a track meet
I been in this room for a month, don't distract me
What are you not grasping?
Hoodie on to cover up my dirty face and acne
I done took a lot of measures to treat this shit drastic, drastic
Swerving in my lane going thirty over (thirty over)
Open up the throttle, please don't pull me over (don't pull me)
Hope I see tomorrow, hope I see the morning (see the morning)
She shaped just like a bottle of some Coca-Cola (Coca-Cola)
Talking 'bout the classics
Life ain't been the same since that final tab of acid
I forgot my name but remembered all the baggage
I forgot my place, thought I lived in Alabaster
That shit was a disaster
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