Transplants - Crash and Burn lyrics

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Transplants - Crash and Burn lyrics

[Chorus 2x] Crash and burn crash and burn crash and burn tonight We're gonna keep on partying till the wake of daylight [Tim Armstrong] Rosy is a Puerto Rican p**n star; that girl knows how to get down Making money, making movies, lying horizontal dropping all her clothes on the ground Then one said: "Wake up Tim, its midnight, its a city out there to go for a ride" Like two vampires, we ride through the cities, we sleep as dogs backside I don't give a f**, never did never would, never could back down, not one time So I'm gonna keep, making music, making records, keep telling people what's on my mind I'm the same kid that I ever was even though I got platinum plaques on my walls And I dress in black and it's a fact I don't give a goddamn at all [Chorus 2x] [Rob Aston] I think back to better days, took a license to ill Before i ever held someone fell in love with the bills Back before I had to ride and go hunt for a k** Way before I tried to rhyme and go hunt for a k** It's real survives with guns playing only from the shoulders Wrong way down a one way still avoid the rollers Still i beat a motherf**er like its going outta style Tried to cheat me outta my cash so i beat it out his child I'm wild, my pupils dilated same as my people I'm the only mother present to build you a church steeple Speak evil to the world teach all the boys and girls That they can't trust no one, show them what you heard Cause I mind my own business and I do my own dirt And i make my own money cause I got my own work I sware somebody better send a ceast and desist Before i squeeze it with my fist and they cease to exist [Chorus 2x] [Rakaa] A party was a bash for how long it was lasted Some turn cash like hash to ashes Some dash for hot slugs run the fastest Who we fought to eat, unless we fasting But thugs are not like most actors casted Thugs might blast and smash your casket America's worst fear, white, brown and black kids, together Fed up, strapped up to tatted Bald heads, jerry curls, cla**ic perms, various sets that will flash off sherm Toast to a new day having its turn Tequila, the bottle is like a bath for worms The paranoid, that's way past concerned I hope the country and the world get past this term This is show and tell, so the cla** will learn Party go until the cops come and crash and burn [Chorus 2x]