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Instrumental "The Breaks" by Kurtis Blow
Verse 1:
in the front seat, sitting shotgun
sippin' starburst while we bump bopgun
on some throwback shit while we toast the night
no goose motherfucker we the top guns
so we mavericks, we get blasted
no palin, we feelin' for alaska
cuz' we cold, even though we getting warmed up
no breaks why we never get casted
but we stars though-
so you know we act proper
probably good enough to steal a motherfuckin' oscar
rockin' speakers spillin' that vodka
it don't make a difference it was only that popov
--rail sippin' who the hell is gonna stop us?
I'll big dog when I get a fuckin' sponsor
44 weeks later still poppin'
if you pick it up, then i promise I'll drop it
-like wayne did, I'm on the same shit I was
back before I ever even had a buzz
and the spectrum still stood, the wack were still wood
platinum acts that ripped tracks were still good
and shit was utopic, so I'm focused
and playing for the win but you can keep that trophy
I don't need no shiny keepsakes
you better pack light if you tryna keep pace
Chorus:
if you feeling this shit say (HEY)
and even if you got a red light still (GO)
living your life keep dodging that (Pain)
cuz' why say YES, when you really wanna (OHH)
no more fake shit, fuck that matrix
tryna break free, no lines no tracing
--Freeform it was born of the basics
head in the clouds so you know where we will take it
(don't pump the breaks)
anti-lock on them bitches so we never gonna slip- so
(don't pump the breaks)
ricky bobby in the whip so we never gonna trip- we
(don't pump the breaks)
we might coast for a minute but we never really stop- so
(don't pump the breaks)
fuck yield signs baby we are off to the races
verse 2:
don mcclean, I bob and weave for that american pie
tryna find my piece, and I need it a la mode
so ditch the heat, too cold for this stove
you can whip the cream
and do it like, wu-tang did it
bring the pain with it
blackout meth and red when they came with it
and I push it so hard put a strain in it
tell the orthopedist better holler at some pain killers
cuz' they need that, so let me recap
i'm 410-215 in my P cap
and my O's jawn, eating old bay
on a cheesesteak, and I'm sippin' Moet
cuz' this is breakfast, so we mimosa
you think I'm stopping after 1 year NO SIR
I'm tryna braveheart, like it was my last name
Mister wallace mashing pedals in the fast lane

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