Struck By Lightning - Puffball

The speedometers glowing My target's in lock Running like a bullet From a red hot glock I've been chewing my nuckles I've been biting my tongue Outsmarting ever

My a*s in the sofa Infront of the screen I need air but I'm not very keen I'd rather stay Check out the soaps This is my future I ain't got high hopes Call it a

Roll into the city Scanning all the bars The road dust made us thirsty And we're all out of cigars The sun is up there's still Some time to kill Give us three s

Preparation took long but Now it feels just right Had to make a few calls To make sure It had be a helluva night Jumped into my sneakers Stopped by at a couple

I saw her standing at the Stoplight by the pinball shack A scat packers unite Sticker on the back She filled up the whole area With a heavy smell of gas Then it

Four twenty six madness On the track Pistol grip excitement Full pentastar attack It's thunderlike rumble Could be waking up the dead A hemihead is what I am I

I'm struggling with depression And an unruly dice Anything I do just laughs me Right back in the eyes I've raced for money I've been dabbling with cards I even

New *** but it's all the same I'm on the chillpill But I'm breathing flames Same symptom Twenty four hour stress Too much anger in a Too small chest Step back y