Crush a bit, little bit, roll it out, take it here,
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Crush a bit, little bit, roll it out, take it here,
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Crush a bit, little bit, roll it out, take it here,
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Feeling it, feeling loud, 2am, summer night.
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She drunk dialin’, drunk dialin’, in the same dance, hon‘, as she drunk drivin’.
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When I answer the call had the people walling in the background (are we alright?)
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Now she starts laughing, brakes start screeching, she starts screaming, heard her car crashing,
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Oh, shit, I start asking why the fuck it happened and she don’t answer.
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I start panicking, running to the car, but I got to get the keys and remember where I parked,
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And I got to hit police and then tell ‘em she involved in an accident, I don’t want her to be harmed
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So I’m speeding and I’m weaving in the middle of the street ‘round three ten
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And I know another clock is ticking, but I’m hoping that I can get there and I beat it.
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At the scene of the crash and I leave there the flash and I didn’t even take all the keys out the dash
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Looking at the flip that she being aggressive, had a couple broke trees with the meeting and smashed
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Oh, oh, jeez, this is bad, ain’t nobody moving, ain’t nobody screaming,
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Ain’t nobody sitting in the front anymore, I soon have a prone for the seatbelt.
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Now the ambulances pull in, and the mt’s they all sprinting,
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Found bodies burnt in the backseat and the driver seem to be missing.
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They started searching and sniffing, looking at me with eyes that ask questions,
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I ain’t have any answers, though, instead, they started getting aggressive, like
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“where they driving at?” “do you think there’s a chance they survived the crash?” Just smiled back.
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And I wish you didn’t even had a crack, how the hell in God’s name they mcgyaver that?
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Sirens flashing behind my back, I turn around to a clown behind the badge
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Heard a couple rounds and a fire get, and I hit the ground quick and they fire back
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Oh, shit, what was I involved in? who the hell was the woman that I called in?
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How the fuck I end up in a cross fire with the saw riffles and marksmen?
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That’s one cop down, two cops down, cry for a second and a few more rounds
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Everybody dead, but my boo right now, I got to make a move right now.
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I don’t wanna be a victim, I don’t wanna talk, I don’t wanna be a witness
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Or accessory to know murder, ‘cause I fuck with all the wrong bitches.
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And I just wanna forget this, to skip town and I go on living
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But the problem is I’m involved with her, but so bad it’s the bitch that I live with.
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Crush a bit, little bit, roll it out, take it here,
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Crush a bit, little bit, roll it out, take it here,
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Crush a bit, little bit, roll it out, take it here,
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Feeling it, feeling light, 2am, summer night.
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Hands on the wheel, hands on the wheel
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Hands On The Wheel( Freestyle)
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| Emilio Rojas |
