Knuckle dusters busted my lip.
Don’t give a fuck just walk it off
Sunset slams down to me so quick
Dread locked babies looking to get off
Smoke a bowl spare a dime
I don’t corrupt the bags not mine
600 dollars duct taped up
Put it in your pocket don’t fuck it up

Just keep moving
Just keep laughing

Jackets gone feeling raw
Two miles till the bus line ends
Windows broke watch the edges
He better know where his sister is
She’s so pretty just lend her a bed
Her shits in the dumpster when she wakes up
I got to go my car needs gas
Just watch her baby don’t fuck it up

Just keep moving
Just keep laughing.

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