them were searchin' for lost souls That driver never ever saw the stop sign And 18 wheelers can't stop on a dime There are three wooden crosses on
them were searchin' for lost souls. That driver never ever saw the stop sign. An' eighteen wheelers can't stop on a dime. There are three wooden crosses
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of them were searchin' for lost souls. That driver never ever saw the stop sign. An' eighteen wheelers can't stop on a dime. There are three wooden crosses
[Verse 1 - Currensy] Poolside, too high, with three bitches With four lives, I'm finna deal Be out at 5 in that 600 Benz Or that 750i. Ate 9 slices of
girl's pleasure Left a pound and a half of that shit still in the dresser I slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sock Hit three grand up off
down And one way or another everybody fucked around Whether hardcore or not you wore the right color or your ass got shot That's how I'm livin' I did three
One, two, three (Four) Five, six, seven (Oh oh) Eight, nine (Baby, we getting closer) Just don't let me get to ten (Don't let me get to, oh, boy) One, two, three
buyin three Stop lying, money was sweating, my man was eyeing his leat Slap off his bracelet with ice, and jetted cross the street Death was my first
Tag, hop clop" Step two, hire the director Keep it gay, keep it gay, keep it Two-three, kick, turn, turn, turn, kick, turn Ulla Step three, raise the
Bloom, darling Bloom? Glorious Bloom, it's so simple Step one, we find the worst play ever written Step two, we hire the worst director in town Step three
One two One two three four Get the idea, cross around the track When you reap the flank of a thoroughbred racing chaser Get the feel as the rhythm flows
it, glide Zig zag cross the floor Shuffle in diagonal When the drums hit hand on your hips One footed 180 twist And then a zig zag, step, slide Leaning left, clap three
million be enough? (Better get two) Well since my man got three Well man you better get three You understand, can I use the three? Take 'em on home
to five With bills and pressure piled up to the sky She never asked, she knew I'd be hanging with my wilder friends Looking for some other way to fly And three
you, fate will decide the rest All the stars are gone but one Morning breaks, here comes the sun Cross the sky now sinking fast Show me something built to last Three
