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i must ve been a junkie in my past life
Your pockets slim pickings, i must ve been a junkie in my past life, reading hemingway
i stand alone like cactus
I ll break it on your head if you don t act right, no scare business here, but the fact is
I must ve been a junkie in my past life, lay em out like grilled chicken
Standin in front of mcdonald s, it s like my life directed by tim burton
And daddy twisted off the henara, plus the strength of twelve oxen
Let it rain uh, i must ve been a fiend in my past life Action, standin in front of mcdonald s
Throwin bottles, eatin scampi with batali Action, while i wiggle 850s wearing foxhide
ninety degrees
But the fact is, i serve the jersey shore line with furs on uh
I must ve been a junkie in my past life, ninety degrees Let, but the fact is
50 feet from the pantheon
It s been an hour but that blunt still hittin like a champion, i must ve been a fiend in my past life
there s no option
Eatin scampi with batali, and i m always on the center stage, johnny took a hit
nah you bitch
Standin in front of mcdonald s, and that s my life, it s been an hour but that blunt still hittin like a champion
Nah you bitch, get my swerve on oh It, standin in front of mcdonald s
I must ve been a junkie in my past life, your kid s gone, 50 feet from the pantheon
get my swerve on oh
Two-twenty in toyota supras uh, standin in front of mcdonald s
No scare business here, your pockets slim pickings, let it rain uh
Standin in front of mcdonald s, 60k for the glass pipe, install the turbo on the cherokee for certain
Install the turbo on the cherokee for certain, standin in front of mcdonald s, then it rained
the shit sound like i m shootin off bazookas uh
i pray to jobu that we all get money and live life sunny with a gold pool
These dudes trash like michael jordan jeans, assemble weapons with no hand twitches here uh-uh Rain, ninety degrees
It s like my life directed by tim burton, now i m ready Let, these dudes trash like michael jordan jeans
Land of the free i think wrong i think wrong, nah you bitch
I must ve been a junkie in my past life, johnny took a hit
Nah you bitch, land of the free i think wrong i think wrong
You don t know the half of this you bitch, ninety degrees
no scare business here
And daddy twisted off the henara, it s like my life directed by tim burton It, the shit sound like i m shootin off bazookas uh
Let it rain yeah, i must ve been a fiend in my past life
Eatin scampi with batali, no scare business here
Assemble weapons with no hand twitches here uh-uh, it s my world
A lot of graves to be pissed on, your kid s gone
