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Pen to my Paper
You know that bottle of that Henny rides heavy in the chevy
Asking myself now "Are you scared", "Is you ready"
Cause you know tears on the leather paint a story for the Devil
Confessing all my sins but only think to regret several
Losing faith in religion, sort of an unfortunate matter
Brains hit the neck rest, leave a stain with the splatter
I aint got no path to heaven so I know the where im going
I put this pen to my paper as the words start a flowing
