text: Split a pack of the woods down
  Ride with me, yeah, you wish you could now
  Always come and go and never fail
  It was never love, I could tell now
  She pop em up, Blue Chanel just to get it up
  Parking lot full of foreign hoes on the regular
  With them painted toes in them heels
  Lets go find a place thats far from here, for real
  Far from here