Texty:
Pavement Range Life

want to let you be I want a range life, if I could settle down If I could settle down, then I would settle down I want a range life, if I could settle

on into marriage Nobody livin' average, everybody jang a lang Nobody livin' savage, e'rybody got change Even the paperboy deliver out the back of a Range

gotta ride, homicide, every single gay shit Get smacked in the streets by some real nigga who don't play shit Hit the pavement screaming it's just entertainment And that ain't it, life

-fed And when I die, be handcuffed, to my deathbed Face down on the pavement Face down on the pavement Face down on the pavement Face down on the pavement

My phone rang, I converse with the busy signal Why can't they let me die in pieces? I don't want any more food or condolences, let my people go Burn off

more I suffer 'Cause we trapped inside a world where you forced to die for your colors I seen it all through the Range tints Got niggaz doin' life in

this cell Thinkin of many ways that I can get paid escapin jail My life is like a football game, I'm movin the chains Tryin to score so I could maneuver the Range

fuckin WITH ME I wanna bust, that's how I feel it G ****, punk *****, we be keepin it real [Chorus x2] [Too Swift:] Invisibility like Space Ghoster I'm comin through in my Range

so on into marriage Nobody livin average, everybody jang-a-lang Nobody livin savage, e'rybody got change Even the paperboy deliver out the back of a Range