We're riding in my minivan
And I don't have any plans
And nobody can tell us what
To do or where to go
We're riding in my minivan
And I don't have any plans
And nobody can tell us what
To do or where to go
What what what
Okay I'm on one
Oh and this go round it's J'von aka Mr. Long Gun
A legend within the song sung
And that journey to Pilot Mountain's a long one
And he the wrong one
He gon' be long gone and he ain't belong in the long run
And the alarm rung
Hop out the bed with the swag activated
Tight as Y-3's and then I'm looking lacerated
A tie-tee in his hand and hand that was a fashion statement but
No time to brag a rack acclimated it's cold out
Floated the route with the rose out
Claimed to hand to the sand princess, Janet
And her name ain't really Janet but
You wouldn't understand it
Back to the road with no speed spare
His baby was shocked and didn't think even he'd care
For lasagna in the oven with two meats and like three cheese layers
But I told baby I'd be there
Hover boards on E and
And E is how an mc can be square
I didn't want to take the shortcut east where
There's rumors of mythological beasts there
And next to giant bees there
Sneezing and fighting I can't stand it
Hands shift with a spirit gun and can it
I reach to grab my phone and tell the peeps to understand it
If I'm late
And the dust continues
No piece of justice within the venue but
Make sure that you grab another menu
I'm on my way still
Roadblocks, construction had to lay still
And the dying bees had laid still
Calm before the night by which the day steals
Fell asleep chasing is this made with day-quill
I'm not where I'm supposed to be but it was a good day still
And I'm on a roll like the honor roll
And my grades till I display skills like
I was raised in a bag of green grapes
The way the age feels
But it's way chill
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