Brad’s song

I’m on my way to a new life
On my own journey
No one can hold me back
I swear I have changed my life
All because I couldn’t
Cut myself some slack

I met her on the highway
Ridin' shotgun
I can still recall that
Purple dress she wore
She was drinkin' Dr. Pepper
In the twilight
And I knew that she was
Rotten to the core
You'd think at least that
She'd have said goodbye


Uh oh
Back again
Back to back Maybach, stack the M's
Told em' I met Slim Shady, bagged a Em
Once he go black, he'll be back again
Tell them hoes that it's crunch time, abdomen
Yes I cop mad Chanel and mad Given'
She did it again, imagine them
'Bout to make these bum bitches mad again
Uh oh
Back to them
I lead the pack so my backs to them
Yep, the queen's back, what's happenin'?
Rerun bout to make these bitches rap again (rr) (uh)
Diamond chains on my ankle
Young Money in the cut like a shank though
Tell T.I.P. Rubber band's in my bankroll
Show my ass like a stank hoe