Letras:
My Morning Jacket By My Car

And I'm playin it over and over again in my head. Oh but Los Angeles ain't that far, and the rest of the girls said they'd be there, by my car

I'm playin it over and over again in my head. Oh but Los Angeles ain't that far, and the rest of the girls said they'd be there, by my car

backwards, make tracks burst whenever I rap. Attack. Words bein known to explode on contact. Extreme at times. Blinded by my passion and fury. Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin my

Hatchet in-hand wit' the blackest truck Your like the L.A. Clippers, you fuckin' suck Smack ol' ladies out they rockin' chair Walk this earth withoutta damn care Jack your car

up I need a time Take a ride downtown man Im higher than these skyscapers Roll the windows up tryna get my smoke on 2 in the morning still riding with my

to get out Put me up on game tellin me who gon' jack me But ever since I was a puppy til I was paroled I never had no other dogg pullin on my phone Chorus

pawn shop layaway Keep it in my pack and the jack men'll stay away Fellas gettin' jealous, hate to see a nigga rise up They tryin' to size up, but punk nigga, wise up I pack my

With a bottle of Jack, two grandkids in my lap Babysitting for Haley while Haley's out getting smashed 'Cause every time I go to try to leave Somethin' keeps pullin' on my

My style is powder blue T's and Nike shoes Plus chicks by the deuce (uh huh) Ain't no tellin what this man might do 'Cause tonight this man aint playing by