or two But god I love that sound, sound Thunder of my inner cage so they calm me Down, down I look up in the sky No longer seeing you Look up in the sky
a fuck And we crush what we bust Credential city on the hush Cuz I wipe the songs up on the microphone Until the fights break out and all the lights turn
a fuck And we crush what we bust Prudential city on the hush Cuz I write the songs up on the microphone Until the fights break out and all the lights
sky, tell I got five pages [CHORUS] [Verse 2:] Yo hit Lousiana, then Atlanta, Indiana Forget a city slicker got country grammar Aiyyo we goin places, where my sound