Gotta keep moving: otta pick up the pase.

Boughtta truck : I was grovin , then he entered the race. Thought about smoogen :

So I showed him my face, he stopped to look, that’s all it took : the oldest one in the book. I shifted gears quick and he was eating my dust : thought I was in it takes win it , because my game is so tuff, I’m almost there, it’s the home stretch , this is my anchor mile , feelin to chocky I got sloppy and tried to chill for a while, from otta nowhere he finds me , I’m lost in his swagger : I lost that race : when he gave chase and found the heart of the matter

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