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Action I keep it bottled up inside and I just don’t know why You never see the real me, you just see the other side If I ever change my ways, will be when I decide But I done failed a few times, now I fear it’s by design Ugh, yeah, kickin' in the back door Front doors been smashed from the blast force Get the cash, get the stash, tell 'em "That’s all" (That's all) Throw the bag in the back of the Rav 4 Hit the gas and the traffic, it won’t last long Hunnid twenty goin' fast with a mask on Speed cams on a lamp post, photograph speed And record that shit like a Camcord’ (Chk-chk) Look back, where the fuck has Cam gone? (The fuck?) I told that fuck to stick to the plan Now, someone gotta circle back Get his ass back in one piece and not get caught (Fuck) You know what, screw it Whatever we get, he gon' get less than half of Aight, Sam go, check the backroads Here take a radio, you know the channel (Yeah) Holler at us when you find him and when you do I’ll give you our exact map coords “Copy that, boss,” Now, that that’s all Letras de cancionesFigured out, let’s get back to our scores (Woo) 44 bands, not bad (Not bad), that’ll get us all thr- Woah, shut up, what was that, cops? Somebody blew the whistle like a catcall Down the asphalt, ah Sped through the intersection, got hit T-bone, difference is, we’re the carcass Everything slows, see the scene from an optic Different to our own but feel everything our bodies feel Not a single cent of profit, don’t care I’m just happy we did not get killed Well, we don’t know that yet Consciousness phases, not a single thing feels real (Real) In amongst the wreckage, I dissociate While the paramedics are negotiating Whether to let me go or keep goin', maybe it’s karma For the road I’ve taken and soberin' is not an overstatement I’ve gotta change, it's the only way That I'ma ever make it through those holy gates 'Cause I’m a father, what would my daughters think To see they dad in a hearse get hauled away? By his own wrong doings in the pourin' rain I can’t call it a mistake if it’s all I’ve made Of these 16 years that been culminating I don’t want my grandkids to never know my name I just wanna be there when I’m old and grey Hope this epiphany lasts when I’m home again but I know I still gotta serve time Don’t know how long I'ma spend with the demons But I'ma keep workin' through mine And all of the times I’ll just stare at the ceilin' Know I’ll be at work in my mind Don’t know exactly what I’m gon' be searchin' for But I am certain I’ll find Whatever it is I keep it bottled up inside and I just don’t know why You never see the real me, you just see the other side If I ever change my ways, will be when I decide But I done failed a few times, now I fear it’s by design Aight, that’s good Cut From Letras Mania