Texty:
Blast The Stereo

I've always been a nice guy But now I'm out for blood I've got a one track mind I'm dangerous I won't return your phone calls And I won't hold your hand

I've lost control I sold my soul and I can't get it back I broke the mirror cause I didn't see me Why do I feel like shit all week? I'm always tired

What you decide to be is what you are Your only way ahead, your way to go far Your reasons that you do who you really are The decisions in your head it

me in unison outside, right through the lens My mother cried 'cuz she knew that I was only true to sin (Yow) Celebrate my passing with gun shots and systems blasting

't see me I know with all of government and Yes, this will get crazy and blow (Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb) Got your mind blown, vocal tones keep it sewn Blastin' out your stereos

me Let's jet back down that highway now Blast stereos loud Let's jet back down that highway now Let's jet back down that highway now Blast stereos loud

crash I got mad as hell Cruising down the highway fast not slow Ninety miles an hour in my 5.0 People waving at me 'cause they know who I am Alpine stereo blasting

ll make ya throw up Flaunt your flag, shoot your gats, hit your dank Where I'm from that's how ya grow up Man it's that wicked and 9 millimeter Carrier bein stereo

in the goddamn ceiling Own the pit, fucking dance till you bleed It sits inside me, rebellion and uprising Like the shotgun blast that laid you to waste It's in stereo