Psychemind - Death By Porsche (feat. Ashton Like Kutcher)

I let a muthafucka die
Death by porsche
That's okays
Window Pane Gon Tilt in the rain
Distort with the pain
Free flow with the feeling in the veins
To the point you could strain
What is life
When a dollar ain't a game and you get killed
Screaming out
But i been trill
To the point you could still feel
But you still feel the feeling in yo chest
Of the loss
What's the cost
When the price ain't right
Cause the price too high
And you ride off the hype
When yeh life on the line
And you paying 50K for a year of your time
Bruh
Fuck with the flow I'm a
Peace
Power
Fuck with the mind i'm a
Devour
Fuck is a soul when a king gon rise
Fuck is a life when you piece yo pie
Homie
Two door four joints one bad bitch
Feel the feeling that's habits gotta have it
Fresh juices on the fabric
This Madness is magic
Nigga I give my life for this shit
The thrown is too high where I sit
Wanna steal my soul
Gimme mines when I pass go
Too slow take it
Kick game last name lasso come close didn't make it
After hours beat my ass in Vegas
Location unknown destination go home
Too much coke in my nose better take time
But there too many cuts in my break lines
Nigga can't slow down
Donuts on the highway
Cops coming my way
Song stuck on replay
Peewee the long way
Porsche might Take my life
Porsche Gonna ride bruh
Gear shift to the 6th one
Feeling pumped when I hit them
Getting head
That's a quick pump
I don't need but a quick suck
I'm okay with the consequences
Adolescent
Mind fucked up
But I'm toggled different
Homage pippen
Shots and Bahama bitches
Pet the kitten
Tell me who the fuck you kidding
Switch positions
Damn
Can I get some time just to think
I'm going crazy from porsche's power
Devour the anybody
That steps in my way
Damn it's getting hard just to blink
I-I-I-I drew the line then I crossed it
And most these niggas still running in place
D-D-Dance till I'm back again
I passed class I ain't a average
A Porsche really gonna pass yeh bitch
She pass the ass again
I'm too abstract with strokes
I Paint her face
With lines as white as coke
And
She could be the one that I choose or chose
To get
But
Sorry dawg
Cause I took yeh bitch
It's time to switch
These lines been used
I hit the snooze then dip
Who the fuck is this
This ain't that
And that ain't this
I'm on the move
I jump lanes on that LaLa shit
The parties lit
Better not invite the snitch
If I catch a glimpse
Believe that bitch gone get hit
And I'm not psycho
But my fuse might be way too small micro
When that ass walk in nigga watch how I grow
Put they mans in the back in the trunk
Push that bitch off the bridge
With they kids trapped within

Written by:
Ashton Waller, Dario Xolalpa

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