Black soul won't get me on the radio Stripped gears on the back of a loading dock Dime bag on a Samsonite afterlife Drop down. Kickstart my jackknife Mezcal tape loop on the motorway Hot lust, rush hour straightaway I scratch and claw against the midwife Drop down. Kickstart My jackknife Gonna take my chops along the way Lay them down wherever they may I'm gonna drop my sh** and run So hard when the revolution comes Hard knocks, up on blocks On the front yard I heard the talk Baby, I'm a pistol. Baby I'm a whip You think you know me But I'm a trip (CH)