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Bada-da-da-da Da-da Bada-da-da-da Bada-da Bada-da-da-da Da-da Bada-da-da-da Bada-da-da (Daaaaa) Jesus took the wheel We crashed into a ditched Ain't that some shit? Ain't that some shit? (Goddamn) (Ain't that some—) Cup is running over, yeah It's funny how your luck hasn't changed It's still Powerball and Arizonas, yeah You never grow how you wanna (You never grow how you wanna) Yeah, yeah And Tate's still on the corner Talking 'bout some loud pack but his face is getting older And his son is turning twenty-two He'll spin the block if you need him to Letras de cancionesBut only if you cop an eighth And better keep your story straight Out in the south side of somewhere Uh, and I don't know what part The south side of somewhere Uh, and I don't think that I'll bе getting out Yeah, if we go brokе Then we go broke, godamn Blame it on the clover Blame it on the south side of somewhere Jesus took the wheel, yeah And didn't take us nowhere And ain't that some shit? (ain't that some shit gahdamn?) Ain't that some shit? Outside with all these Inside voices Inside voices Inside voices Inside voices Inside voices Inside voices Inside voices Inside— From Letras Mania