this went down I feel so insecure, now I need you more I wish you all the happiness that I could never give you Goddamn these bright blue eyes, It's
mother. But the Glass Spider would have long gone, having known that the babies Would survive somehow on their own. Oh-The Glass Spider had blue eyes
eyes to see You better take a look at me, ya Where living is a luxury There's a bad moon rising in the underground Living is a luxury Another drive-
Cinematic synergy a whole lotta energy virtual reality doomsday scenery grab artillery cinematic synergy a whole lotta energy virtual reality doomsday scenery grab artillery burn the flag steadily depression driving
time to pull them slabs out mane It's slab season, that boy Mr. Lee act a fool with this one North side where you at? South side where you at? The East
e'rybody" Drive the bulletproof all the way to Cali Lay low for a month or so gettin' very high Where I'm goin' it gets my mind of the bones Back on the East
sometimes you can be let down You move on ahead in quicksand You hope you're still goin' east boy It's dreamy all day drives and short parades And I
the lesser I'm the animal, uh the hunter To go getter of a guy I am the best of the west the beast of the east Some people call me lazy, but that's alright
I'm the dead body creepin' through the streets on the East side Took about 3 shots, victim of a homicide Do a drive by in a second Leave ya all bloody
driver in new york city I've got seven kids on the lower east side I'm not a strong man, I'm not very pretty But in rush hour hell you should see me drive
FILLER] One two Uh trek life y'all Far east movement Damn cops man [VERSE 1] (Trek Life) Uh, Man, all I'm trying to do is just drive my car (Man) Turn
buy a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a muthafucka Don't fuck with Game I like 50 Cent He reminds me Spongebob And Tony Yayo is Blues
a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a motherfucker Don't fuck with Game I like 50 Cent He reminds me Spongebob And Tony Yayo is Blues
driver in New York City I've got seven kids on the lower east side I'm not a strong man, I'm not very pretty But in rush hour hell you should see me drive
pound I don't count my loot-chee, Doobie gots the cool breeze Box of jewelry, no hope is what your crew say Blast mecha-uzi, blue eyes go rubies ?, off
'rybody" Drive the bulletproof all the way to Cali Lay low for a month or so - gettin' very High - where I'm goin' it gets my mind of the bones Back on the East
baby oil and strawberry (strawberry). Slick 'Em Hound is known to drive that body crazy (crazy). I tryna give you sumthin you can feel so close yo eyes
