Crash

Crash the car, not goin dash
Crash the car, got the 40 in da case
Crash the car, it ain't no race
Going to space, you goin hate
Crash the wraith in silver state
Flying plate, falling crate, gold on da gate

The wraith getting repaired
I'm unprepared to report it
It's final, I hop in it in sport, boutu dash
Not goin crash, just being flash,
Next I heard a splash
All slip and slide highfly, beaming for the night
Until I saw a figure, in the darkness
Couldn't really see, ohh scary
It looked like a ghost
Ghostly encounter, straight darted
Started zooming down the road, departed
I could never forget that day
My only regret not driving the McLaren
It be flashed, with my bitch named Karen
She be classy and sassy, when riding
The d, it's only for me, I promise

Crash the car, not goin dash
Crash the car, got the 40 in da case
Crash the car, it ain't no race
Going to space, you goin hate
Crash the wraith in silver state
Flying plate, falling crate, gold on da gate

The car is an automatic and I drift and drag it
Shifting year, shifting gear, we clear in about a year
When I look back at the yearbook
I fear I'm leaning into a different gear
Remember when I was young and it was fun and effortless
Now it's errorless, I could only wish and dream
Beaming in the car, screaming in my head
When you see a ghost, it haunts you for life
See the clouds in the sky, I want to cry
I can only say why am I so high
Why am I a bad guy with a black eye
Eye spy, don't cy, don't cry, just why

Crash the car, not goin dash
Crash the car, got the 40 in da case
Crash the car, it ain't no race
Going to space, you goin hate
Crash the wraith in silver state
Flying plate, falling crate, gold on da gate



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Writer(s): Daniel Dim
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