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Da-da-da
Bada-da-da-da
Bada-da
Bada-da-da-da
Da-da-da
Bada-da-da-da
Bada-da-da-da
Jesus took the wheel
We crashed into a ditch
Ain't that some s**t?
Ain't that some s**t?
(God damn)
(Ain't that some)
Cup is running over, yeah
Funny how your luck hasn't changed
It's still Powerball and Arizonas, yeah
You never grow how you wanna (you never grow how you wanna)
Yeah, yeah
And Tate's still on the corner
Talking 'bout some loud pack but his face is getting older
And his son is turning twenty-two
He'll spin the block if you need him to
But only if you cop an eighth
And better keep your story straight
Out in the south side of somewhere
Uh, and I don't know what part
The south side of somewhere
Uh, and I don't think that I'll be getting out
Yeah, if we go broke (go broke)
Then we go broke, God damn (go broke)
Blame it on the clover (God damn)
Blame it on the south side of somewhere
Jesus took the wheel, yeah
And didn't take us nowhere (ain't that some shit?)
And ain't that some s**t?
(Ain't that some shit? God damn)
Ain't that some s**t? Yeah
Outside with all these
Voices, inside voices
Inside voices
Inside voices
Inside voices
Inside voices
Inside voices
Inside voices
Inside