Texty:
Passion Get In The Van

this, I know it may not seem like much but it means the absolute world to us. No matter how long the ride may seem once we get out of that van and see

Someone screwed up about half past night Wish I'd been up I could've had a blast then run But I know know there's that one person everyone has That messed

have those things. Toiling has born too many tears, Turn 'round all those past years. Evening time to get away. Evening time to get away. Evening time to get

And after that, I start freakin' out What the hell am I doing with my life? Call up my mom and get my cry on I order room service, get my apple pie on

dime, or get fucked up, and yo' people won't find it all funny, well then if you cut and you act, then you dead wrong. Get ahead to get dealt with. Gimme

Lamborghini liftin' the stash Even gettin' the mass while some haze be mixed wit the hash Whaddup? Pass that blunt, nigga I'm in the hood where the eggs get

Prince, but I don't have to show my ass Pass the rest, like a test, if you slip then you'll get ripped with your handicapped pass route, and Tales From

an when you see us backstage nigga pass that weed The highest niggaz in the industry, 40 Water you drunk as me? Anytime Numskull (then lets get

you may, well hey, let's get on with it Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted Out the vents of hecklers and fans Either which way they all hop on the van