Paroles:
Driving East Picking Up The Pieces

things that make us smile And tonight I'm holding on It's really not your fault Don't let me go Although I'm reaching forever I promise I wont pick up the pieces

soft, be mad, we bad fresh up outta the vault, oh! New syllables eat ball, ya fucks offs Your house, your bitch I'm getting sucked off East, South, Midwest, even up

now across the plains take your child the highway sign, banana trees, windows parted and hoping see the flat faced delicatessen sweeping up the afternoon pick up little pieces

me like Ray Charles Kill em all, stick an ice pick in your shit and have ya HAAA! Stabbin up shit like OJ, shoot em up with the motherfuckin AK It's

mad, we bad fresh up outta the vault, oh! New syllables eat ball, ya fucks off's Your house, your bitch I'm getting sucked off East, south, midwest, even up

the blow rock My crew is givin nothin, stuffin chicks without the showtime When I groove up put your dukes up or catch a oops-up Sad ya sleazy heart cos this the piece

see what you got for me Got mami open there, let me see you throw it like a heartbeat on my lap Fill up the spaces pick up the pace, it drive me crazy

pick in your shit and have ya HAAA! Stabbin up shit like OJ, shoot em up with the motherfuckin AK It's that nigga from the east bay Killin off shit when

mad, we bad fresh up outta the vault, oh! New syllables eat ball, ya fucks off's Your house, your bitch I'm getting sucked off East, south, midwest, even up