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Hit The Lights Count It

Count it, one year later now we're dead miles, goodbyes State cities flames are converted into time Been on the road from family and home It feels like

year later met with death miles goodbyes. states cities friends all converted into time yet on the road from family and home it feels like it just

One year later met with death miles goodbyes. states cities friends all converted into time yet on the road from family and home it feels like it

So keep your pseudo-punk, hip-hop, pop-rock junk And your digital downloads [Chorus] Take your seats now, folks. It's show time. Hey, Patrick hit the lights

hostage suckin sausage on the freeway She say "Let's hear the circle K" Ran inside and made the niggaz all pay It's like I hit the Lotto outside Colorado Brought it

how your livin Im the unforgivin psycho drivin murdera its authentic dont panic i cant stand it God Damn it Scizophrenic so FUCK CHARLIE MANSON Ill snatch him out of his truck hit

rock a good mother fucken suit And you got a lil tree on ya boots You can get it Nicki and dirty money shit ya draws When I count to three hit the floor

and he's broad bad Pirates and biases I bring it back How you want it, from a stolen microwave How you want it, high or yellow or light brown I ain't

It's not, what you say, but how you spit it It's not, what you got, but how you get it Come on, Golden State done finally did it (What made y'all think