Texty:
Tool Passenger

down, this Cool night air is curious Let the whole world look in, Who cares who sees anything I'm your passenger I'm your passenger Drop these down

, so now I gots double The shovel's for drama, need I say more? Got the fat stash spot under my passenger floor That's for the other strap, the automatic

with a gang that Hoo-Bangs for fame and crosstown robberies know tha nickname leave 'em dead in they shoes as we servin the blues G's that pack tools

got lectured once while eating breakfast for lunch Said dad to me "Reality is nothing but a collective hunch Whatever you want the truth to be, simply fool the masses Attack them mentally with tools

them Spit fire like blow dryers and drag dash on Your career won't last long, real name shawn lassiter Four words for y'all, f type no passenger Flow

willing volunteers. Yet something instantly was wrong - inside the vessel they became trapped. Becoming one with the body not just a passenger. Flawed

Gators--I'm about my shoes (boy!) And you don't want me to step out my shoes and step out my groove and let out my tools! The hammer kill--the hammer

glock and it's cocked, dog First time you're caught off your game, you drop, dog I'm true to the game - ho, play for keeps Pull up with the passenger

got lectured once while eating breakfast for lunch Said dad to me "Reality is nothing but a collective hunch Whatever you want the truth to be, simply fool the masses Attack them mentally with tools