Songtexte Lint (Live) - E.T.C.
Chillin' in my mind, think I'm stuck
If I find a way out, it's probably luck
Don't fuck with my crew, we some kids running amuck
Causin' Hell anyway we can
We don't ever fear the can
Make a stand
Still high when I land
Show love to a fan
Give my fam a couple bands
Still high when I land
Show love to a fan
Give my fam a couple bands
Go to hell just to sell to the Devil
And we rockin' and rollin' like heavy metal
In the whip like Twisted Metal
Boy I'm hot like a kettle
Fresh off the stove
I'm the best that I know
Keep all ten toes
On the ground at all times
Imma age well like fine wine
I'll never drop a dime
I think my time's up
Think the phone tapped, hang the lineup
Never let em track you, I keep like ten dialups
Never gave a fuck, you can't sign us
Fuck all of my teachers never line up
You can never lie on us
I'm your father, I'm your highness
Who's as high us
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