forces me on floor And that's where I'm losing the light [Delinom] Now I have the stone and key I use them and gods will see... When I cans have the
dont say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin by im firein at ya, cause i can You get squashed like pop cans I be shootin 7up in your
tight Stop by 7-11 get another pack of blunts Get a 40, feel sporty, roll 'em up [Chorus] [Defari] You think you all presidential We stay low key dippin
live in cans Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot Haha, my million dollar spot bigger I can take a chance, I could live in cans
I flex early Got to beat the rush and report it all to the hive mind Weathermen and such, motherfucks, try to malign mine Let's digress now Kings, put your cans
? Who's got the bread for the luxuries? Who told us it's ingrained? We who hold these whips and chains If there's no lock who needs a key? When did we
[by Cans/ Stalfors] Is is too late to go in peace, I wonder how how these things did start anyway Maybe too late to find a way, when the trail of grief
sat down chillin on yellow brick Talkin about all the bitches that sucked our dick Later down the road I said God damn! I saw a fuckin tin man I said suit cans
Just to reiterate dog those was the days Fo' da invasions of hatas i aint cool to mile around Use to get down at true flavas bumpin key lo Walkin' damage
here on the open road One small heart and a great big soul that's driving No set of directions, no shortcuts Just some empty soda cans, Some cigarette butts The key
' Knowhatimsayin', check it (Our little Tommy is thugging) Yo, yo, yo [Eyeslow] Aiyo, I'm looking for that Dolly Parton So I skeet right on the salad garden Key
[Sway: Talking] Somwhere in Kensington. Life as photographer, as i sit here in my studio apartment cans of red bull evrywhere haha (yawns) Goodmorning
a glock, write next to the bridge Just in case I gots to go on the lamb Live off land, sleep in vans, and eat out of cans Yo, my life is like the rolling
: [by Cans/ Stalfors] Is is too late to go in peace, I wonder how how these things did start anyway Maybe too late to find a way, when the trail of
down chillin on yellow brick Talkin about all the bitches that sucked our dick Later down the road I said God damn! I saw a fuckin tin man I said suit cans
to reiterate dog those was the days Fo' da invasions of hatas i aint cool to mile around Use to get down at true flavas bumpin key lo Walkin' damage cross