Saints Row
(I'm just calling to say...)
(Let's go!)
Twenty-ten, kiss the asphalt, make you lose your rims
Overtime shifts for the Devil it's been good to him
Only cost a couple nuts and bolts for the dollar bill
Won't convince me of my inner G*d but a dollar will
Solidify the shit that makes you feel rich
Because you might pull back the shades and find your idol's a bitch, uh
The only truth you talk is bent at the brim
Next time you link up with bro you'll say "I aint scared of him" (yeah right, let's go!)
You pick the time and the place, bring the gang, I'm pulling up
Spill the red, vision black, swipe the loot, I push my luck
You talk awful lotta shit to someone who ain't give a fuck
Making threats in my DM but when I call you're missing nuts
Solidify the shit that makes you feel rich
Cuz you might pull back the shades and find your idol's a bitch, uh
Wake up to find a couple knives in the stitch
You could go to bed afraid that you could wake in a ditch (let's go!)
Twenty-ten, kiss the asphalt, make you lose your rims
Overtime shifts for the Devil it's been good to him
Only cost a couple nuts and bolts for the dollar bill
Won't convince me of my inner G*d but a dollar will
'Cuz in the end's a common enemy refer to self
If you can't find a way within, without, then find some fucking help
(Oh!)
(Let's go!)
Twenty-ten, kiss the asphalt, make you lose your rims
Overtime shifts for the Devil it's been good to him
Only cost a couple nuts and bolts for the dollar bill
Won't convince me of my inner G*d but a dollar will
Solidify the shit that makes you feel rich
Because you might pull back the shades and find your idol's a bitch, uh
The only truth you talk is bent at the brim
Next time you link up with bro you'll say "I aint scared of him" (yeah right, let's go!)
You pick the time and the place, bring the gang, I'm pulling up
Spill the red, vision black, swipe the loot, I push my luck
You talk awful lotta shit to someone who ain't give a fuck
Making threats in my DM but when I call you're missing nuts
Solidify the shit that makes you feel rich
Cuz you might pull back the shades and find your idol's a bitch, uh
Wake up to find a couple knives in the stitch
You could go to bed afraid that you could wake in a ditch (let's go!)
Twenty-ten, kiss the asphalt, make you lose your rims
Overtime shifts for the Devil it's been good to him
Only cost a couple nuts and bolts for the dollar bill
Won't convince me of my inner G*d but a dollar will
'Cuz in the end's a common enemy refer to self
If you can't find a way within, without, then find some fucking help
(Oh!)
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Writer(s): Jacqui Shea
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