Cowpooch - The Ride

Motives elusive
Thoughts intrusive
Flow like illness hides
Intricate placement
Whisper statements
In unaltered minds
We're cruising down the boulevard tonight you down to ride
Don't be a bitch you won't get hurt when have i ever lied
It's almost midnight
Kill the headlights
You're still down right
Wait no
Hold tight
Shit I just might
Pull the trigger myself
Oh wait no
You said you hard no?
Pull his card no?
Parked the car tho
Caught off guard yo?
Well shit dawg now's your big chance homie
You won the lotto
Given a curse from birth is worse
Than being the VIP back seat in a hearse
Thinking stupid rhymes will ever be more than just
Verses
Nervous and worthless is what your life's accumulated to
But worse is
The deafening silence of your footprints
Leave nothing more than a few hints at
The resemblance of a man
Now
Put this in your life's pipe and smoke it
Gotta hold it because the wack fate of a pseudo stoic almost made it seem like you was heroic
Holding on barely clinging
If I was to disappear tomorrow
Would it sting and
How would a motherfucker move on with his life
Would his new day to day move slower or would it be rife
With disabilities and harsh complexities
Getting heavier and heavier god put a hex on me
If I bitch out of the ride
Would they all let it slide
Could I
Would I
Should I give it a try
I been thinking about
How it doesn't really matter if I'm in or out of the car
Cuz Either way
I know My final day
And The price to pay
It isn't very far
Gotta set the bar
Fuck it homie lemme hop out the car

Como camina por la plaza pura
Pierna y cadera
Y cuando el club toca la música
Se baña y se baila
En la mañana se cocina unos huevos con tortillas
Y también las frijolitos cafecitas y tocinos

Written by:
Geovanni Gonzalez

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