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Ride With Me (Prod. PVP)
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Picture me riding up on a moped/
with a phat beat straight thumping your forehead/
a real headbanger making you break your necks/
my flows tighter than my homegirls corset/
hearing this you be like "oh thats so Specs"
backing this up I got another one on deck/
making the ladies break out in a slow sweat/
so why aint everybody out on the dance floor yet HUH?/
I guess I better get to setting this off/
cause I aim for you to feel the vibe whatever the cost/
now I got your head feeling like the land of the lost, from my flow/
its red hot and you can't handle the sauce/
spicy I might be the freshest one grinding/
Im 'bout to change the game man, I aint lying/
peoples faces change every time Im rhyming/
so I hop on my moped and keep on riding/
ride with me
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I get high to escape the lows
my face it shows situations Ive blown, the places Ive gone/
I need a change, put weed in my veins/
believe me the feeling is strange/
people see me this way, then Im leaving today/
but Ill be back, I always am/
Im always blazing a sack, let throw a jam/
Ill blaze a track, then go again/
next week Ill go back to feeling/
I don't need a reason/
my heart is hardly beating, but Ill get through the season/
even though Im beaming I still got reasons to feel defeated/
energies depleted, and Im still still living for the weekend/
got something for your speaker/
travels from floor to ceiling/
Im out of order been knows to straight up destroy the theatre/
and when the dust settles, all thats left is me/
murder instrumentals with every breath I breathe/
so in the end I guess its me myself and irene/
can't nobody follow in the path that I lead/
I was off my game, id lost my way/
my old ways got tossed away, picture perfect/
I was telling myself that this shit was working/
the whole time my insides were burning, on fire/
I was almost retired, i was walking a wire/
people called me a liar saying I gave up/
i didn't give up shit man, Im still up on this/
this time Im going my harder, this i promise/
we are not deleted, yeah we fought hard, but we hardly bleeding/
I can't believe I almost lost my team, lost the feeling/
coasting till my emotions dragged across the cement/
the whole thing imploded, exposing fostered demons/
where will I be when I leave this plane/
cause nothing in this life will ever be the same/
my dealings are strange man, Im reeling from pain/
but Id live the same life twice just to feel this again/
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