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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeDays Before Rodeo: The Prayer
Midnight awakin', hyperventilatin'Drunk laps runnin' 'round the globe wild goose chasin'After three number one albums would've thought I'd feel amazin'Still impatient, still sippin' on liquorStill rollin' up swishersNow it's Beamers double parking, fuck payin' the meterIn your club, on your couch, just got paid to be hereOn your girl, rubbin' on my favorite featuresHow could they tease us, only wanted of Ben Franklins and Mona LisasJesus, Jesus, JesusMan, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break outI'm on a stake out, on a farm or your lake houseAround 3 dogI was gettin' busy in the bathroom stallBad mamacita, Miami heaterPut it in a two seater, too bad I couldn't three-peat herNeed a whole lotta vida 'fore I see the reaperHouse full of snow bunnies, puttin' trees up like it's Christmas EasterWith more stamps than a skinny nigga got tats on my VisaI know the kids in La Flame, they don't trust, they believe itI mean, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, JesusMan, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break outI'm on a stake out, on a farm or your lake houseJesus, Jesus, I mean, Jesus, JesusMan, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break outI'm on a stake out, on a farm or your lake houseJesus, Jesus, I mean, Jesus, JesusI might fuck 'round, lose my mindJesus
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