new ride, let me hit the highway on my way down,
sound of gliding would cheer me up, fore it breaks down.
I'd put up with the fact that it's up to weight up the virtue.
Now, wise up, top gun.
Come and join my fun.
U know what I owed u.
I'm the poor type of giver, and taking things blindly.
Then there come little thieves all up here to remind me
of all the things that i loathe, i name it a strict violation of dignity.
So set up, my guy.
Pick it up, no lie.
No diggity.
end of lyric
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