Late night crusing on the graft
Smoking on the lemon or the am
Rolling in the passenger cause im on a ban
Not long left now new whip new land
Superbike daily if i can
Beemer trying to chase me its mad
Kind of aggy lost a chase on the path
Im weighing up the math
Anit worth the jail are you daft
Said it worth the jail are you daft
Its getting more active in this night life
Wondering the 30 lane #bikelife
Artnars and karans
Back for your rassacart
Went for a mintue im back makig darnells
Me and shadow in both
Quite the mic and spit the truth
Wher ethe heavy trackers are grib the bike and vallium
Man want beef where struggling from
You wont beef bring the straggle
Well man get greasey if he have to
Pre sweets one left one might save two
Im faded of the goose the high grade to,
Im faded of the goose the high grade to
Bare fuckrid, bare haters, bare shookeys, bare
Fakers
Sickmade karlas getting paper and now we blowing smokey at a hater
Writer(s): Rhys Thomas Sylvester, Shadow
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