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 shit 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)