Hip Hop Lane by Takins Lyrics

[ Verse 1: True ]
Fresh tee's
In the Snow selfies
Kind of waxed out like old skis
Anonymous pictures of lost wishes
Dreaming of kisses
Long gone of near misses
Rolling thru the stop
I punctured the top of my soda pop
My excuse is I never saw that cop
Grinding with a grit
I'm on ungrateful piece of shit
At graffiti spots
Pulling shifty knots
So competitive, vamped and ridiculous
Making amped moves so mischievous
I don't give a fuck if I fall on my face
Everyone knows first loser is really 2nd place
I cared about my self and no one else
All my life
Anestry.com said I'm related to Christ
I was told you can't be struck by lighting twice
Shatter fame with a scatter brain
{ Chorus }
Nothings ever gonna be quite the same
Walking down this Hip Hop Lane
Nothings ever gonna be quite the same
Walking down this Hip Hop Lane
Going out my brain
Going out my brain

[ Verse 2
It's you be to newbies
That gets you diamond and rubies
This girl is so groovy
Slapping me with her boobies
Grimmy and Gritty
The views of the city
With a tale of two titties
Witness 2 right and wrong
Told to move along
With Americas best drinking song
Spinning an electric top
On a powder top
Sounds like I got my rhymes from hip hop gift shop
Fashion of the Christ
Dressing up the mic
To a new game of dice
Don't be afraid to had the spice
Alleviator of the new waves of haters
The originator of a skater on a piece of paper
{ Chorus }
Nothings ever gonna be quite the same
Walking down this Hip Hop Lane
Nothings ever gonna be quite the same
Walking down this Hip Hop Lane
Going out my brain
Going out my brain

[ Verse 3: ]
Grabbing your hand
Scoping out the brand