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Jumping fences

They’re looking through the lenses

Escaping law and order

Coming closer to the border

From the back seat

She looks at me

Excited by the beat

Pac throws another verse at me

Just about free

I feel the curse

Picture me rollin in an 81 hurse

Look at these fools

Trying to control me

I should be sittin by pools

Holdin the key

The petal is to the floor

A full out war

She just fired a shot

Out the window

She knows she’s hot

While smokin that endo

She takes another hit

I can hardly sit

Following her every move

I start to groove

Not giving a fuck

I run outta luck

The moment ends

No more 98 benz

No more us

I feel the pain

I start to cuss

Now look where I am

Chasin the bus

Straight outta jail

Thankin momma for the bail

I look to the sky

Hoping to see your face

Remember us getting high

When I hear the bass