Texty:
Backseat Confusion

P I M P Come get money with me, if you curious to see How it feels to be with a P I M P Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV From the backseat

my head every time it rains The Devil speaking so you listening to the thoughts Of an evil spirit in demonic verses and every time I talk I'm confused by my psychological set backs

People walkin' 'round, all lost and confused Ready to throw their lives out in the gutter Ain't no love between 'em, father to son Man to woman, brother

Boogie Brown is here don't fear The clear just step to it. Now I drive Come alive from the bottom to the top Temptation or confusion makes you wanna

I split ya frame du' Have ya name all mixed up with bad news What you tryna prove I blow you out ya shoes Y'must got my team confused We make the rules

ever wanted to be was a movie star The only role you ever wanted to play is the person you are, are, are You made a cameo appearance in the backseat

then fuck what you gotta deal with me I'm only here for a minute but haters wanna get rid of me PC creep with at least three heats And a shotgun stashed underneath the backseats

all back together And lead us back to the top of Calvary once again Show us where Your blood spilled and first made love grow 'Cause we turned our backs

the streets with a customized wheel barrow. sometimes the only way out is real narrow, and so I've seen DJs get ahead by going behind their own backs