I had a fake ID that looked nothin' like me. But my jeep looked sweet up on 33's. I 'member chokin' on smokes down at the creek. and braggin' 'bout kissin' that homecomin' queen.
It's happening again. . So cross your fingers. And cover up the path you left again. . He was crossing his fingers. (Crossing his fingers). As the bullet pierced his chest.