to write about I can't predict the future But the image can't contain me This is how it starts Your making anorexic indie rock Fake broken hearts Your music
ya'll We movin' at the speed of life Aluminate, the bad and we movin' on Cumulate, knowledge in amounts Would it make the music count Put the music
music ma, hey Well I could be pickin' bluegrass or singin' the blues It doesn't really matter to me As long as I'm playin' the music I just can't lose
hear some of that rock and roll music Any old way you choose it It's got a backbeat you can blues it Any old time you use it Gotta be rock 'n' roll music
We hit McDonald's, pulled into the drive We ordered two Big Macs and two large fries. She kicked her shoes off onto the floor She said, "Drive faster speed
the package, got there it was gone Hold on say word, you got to be jokin' Don't worry about it dun, I'm on the next thing smokin' Hit Bristal up on the speed
S5 bulletproof I turbo boost And blast right through your motherfucking roof Coming through Hitting you Knocking out a nigga's tooth Full speed
Music to her ears when the engines roar There ain't much she can't do Anything I wanna do but when I turn my back I'm a mean speed demon heart attack
at the speed of light tonight, baby Yeah, I'm traveling at the speed of sound And now, yeah, I'm traveling at the speed of light tonight, baby Yeah, I'm traveling at the speed
Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music
the street not the slamma Tighten up my knockas with a big lead hammer It's the G-style Gangsta style Some of the times, I write my raps with extreme speed
whom? Allowed me to be taught You cowards is just now learnin' the shit that we talk You niggaz ain't know about a Robb Report 'Bout a high speed Porsche
claims he has the music, but he has a lot of fun Oh baby, yes, baby Ooh baby, havin' me some fun tonight, yeah Well, long tall Sally, she's built for speed
hit McDonald's, pulled into the drive We ordered two Big Macs and two large fries with Cokes She kicked her shoes off onto the floor She said, "Drive fast, speed
break and run Who says, "Hard times? I'm used to them The speeding planet burns, I'm used to that My life's so common it disappears And sometimes even music
to be! (gimme, gimme) Living in Beverly Hills Beverly Hills - Rolling like a celebrity! (gimme, gimme) Living in Beverly Hills ["Speed Of Sound" by Coldplay] And birds go flying at the speed
in the dirt Just push right through it When shit get rough You gotta stick to it Play that Bone Thug music Ita??s that feel-good music Chill or act a
