Dashous Clayy - Route 42

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All white blades cruising sacred ground
Leather with the shades mommy going down
She got me spilling my liquor she think she about to drown
Time to turn it up I love that speaker sound
My supras all black with the gold sign
Sunroof peering screaming the world mine
Fast forward moves that can't be rewinded
Clock wise, still racing against father time
Still on route, what this game bout
8 cylinder pistons with the chrome snout
Or so much rack talk, that you lose count
I took a listen jotted notes just to keep account
Focused and driven bound to be paramount
I been on my way they stay on a different route
Fish bowl keep it factory nix thе tint
Now its on to the suite with the pillow mints

Now I'm cruising, choosing which lanе Im going too (going too)
Well I'm floating, floating my way down route 42
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