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Fast like an automobile- no thrill,
rockin' the game til' i get killed...
Baby uza freak? Okay. Keep my life in the fast lane
Set it right where the thunders at- You know I dress like a lumberjack
Mixin it up, like a pot of stew
sometimes I do what my momma do:
'Thank the lord- Break the chain, keep your wickedness in vain
Respect the name
State your claim'
Cuz It's gon' be times, when It rains

[Chorus]
Come and wash away the pain
Cuz they dun' taste my tears
cuz I've been cryin' fo years

As far as the game goes +No Love+
Bullets fly to rip you up

Holy Con'ver adjust your rhyme bookin by the dollar imma be a scholar
clouds start to gather around, Tennasee tears on that clown
focused like a falcon scoutin on the hideout in the mountains
cuz when the bullets start to scream, best believe u both be shoutin
thinkin they bustin fo the game
talkin bout they new cocoain
all im tryna say mang is come verify urself in the rains

Come and wash away the pain
Cuz they dun taste my tears
cuz I've been cryin fo years

You know I ROLL so cold
just like a bat out the hottest hell
Mixin pink bunny when the jewelry sell
do it again when I make bail
you know the streets a hard drive
everyday a newer crime
caught up in the wrong design
watch your heart just flatline
shake it like the earthquake does
Nothin but steel inside your blood
colder than a winter storm
some will die and some are born
but do it all- u miss, remain
full respect for this here game
forget your unbrella mang
and take a ride with me in the rains

Come and wash away the pain
Cuz they dun taste my tears
cuz I've been cryin fo years

Conversation they cutthroat
deaths of sangs on every note
Tell the truth on every quote
cuz mothafuckas come up short
actin like this is Hollywood
in the real world and it hardly good
Talkin like ya u dont care
end up in a wheelchair
livin witcho momma while yo friends in the bahamas
and sanas
and premadonas mang
livin like the dope game
forever about this whole thang
smokin on weed in the rains

Come and wash away the pain
Cuz they dun taste my tears
cuz I've been cryin fo years...
Fast like an automobile- no thrill,   rockin' the game til' i get killed...   Baby uza freak? Okay. Keep my life in the fast lane   Set it right where the thunders at- You know I dress like a lumberjack   Mixin it up, like a pot of stew   sometimes I do what my momma do:   'Thank the lord- Break the chain, keep your wickedness in vain   Respect the name   State your claim'   Cuz It's gon' be times, when It rains      [Chorus]   Come and wash away the pain   Cuz they dun' taste my tears   cuz I've been cryin' fo years      As far as the game goes +No Love+   Bullets fly to rip you up      Holy Con'ver adjust your rhyme bookin by the dollar imma be a scholar   clouds start to gather around, Tennasee tears on that clown   focused like a falcon scoutin on the hideout in the mountains   cuz when the bullets start to scream, best believe u both be shoutin   thinkin they bustin fo the game   talkin bout they new cocoain   all im tryna say mang is come verify urself in the rains      Come and wash away the pain   Cuz they dun taste my tears   cuz I've been cryin fo years      You know I ROLL so cold   just like a bat out the hottest hell   Mixin pink bunny when the jewelry sell   do it again when I make bail   you know the streets a hard drive   everyday a newer crime   caught up in the wrong design   watch your heart just flatline   shake it like the earthquake does   Nothin but steel inside your blood   colder than a winter storm   some will die and some are born   but do it all- u miss, remain   full respect for this here game   forget your unbrella mang   and take a ride with me in the rains      Come and wash away the pain   Cuz they dun taste my tears   cuz I've been cryin fo years      Conversation they cutthroat   deaths of sangs on every note   Tell the truth on every quote   cuz mothafuckas come up short   actin like this is Hollywood   in the real world and it hardly good   Talkin like ya u dont care   end up in a wheelchair   livin witcho momma while yo friends in the bahamas   and sanas   and premadonas mang   livin like the dope game   forever about this whole thang   smokin on weed in the rains      Come and wash away the pain   Cuz they dun taste my tears   cuz I've been cryin fo years...