Insights, flavors, contemplation on the pop sensation, knowing full well it takes a nation...
The jump off for you coffee joint suckas, because you in way over your head, baby.
Dont tread on me
Its Route 66, red convertibles, and wet tits,
its big ass guns with damsels in distress, flags that fly no matter the test, its the good ol USA, knee deep, in all the rest.
