Black soul won't get me on the radio
Stripped gears on the back of a loading dock
Dime bag on a Samsonite afterlife
Drop down. Kickstart my jackknife
Mezcal tape loop on the motorway
Hot lust, rush hour straightaway
I scratch and claw against the midwife
Drop down. Kickstart My jackknife
Gonna take my chops along the way
Lay them down wherever they may
I'm gonna drop my sh** and run
So hard when the revolution comes
Hard knocks, up on blocks
On the front yard I heard the talk
Baby, I'm a pistol. Baby I'm a whip
You think you know me
But I'm a trip (CH)