CentralAve

Young boy, used to drown in that alcohol And if you dialing, 517 'fore you fucking call I'm out the hall, K2 to my fuckin' jaw When waking up and gettin' cash was a fuckin' chore Aluminum pays, so we packin up the fuckin' car Cold nights, Tanqueray up in the fuckin' jar Ride, slide, feel the ice up on the fuckin' road White jeep, white trash, white fuckin' snow I remember everything like last year was yesterday Used to set up rupture funds and make that money anyway Then we knew how they won't ever find out how we did these things, that's just how it went down Tables by the stack, thumb tacks by the pack Gasoline with the rag, it went way beyond the matte Tables by the stack, thumb tacks by the pack Gasoline with the rag, it went way beyond the matte (Uh)