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Bada-da-da-da Da-da-da Bada-da-da-da Bada-da Bada-da-da-da Da-da-da Bada-da-da-da Bada-da-da-da Jesus took the wheel We crashed into a ditch Ain't that some shit? Ain't that some shit? (God damn) (Ain't that some) Cup is running over, yeah Funny how your luck hasn't changed It's still Powerball and Arizonas, yeah You never grow how you wanna (you never grow how you wanna) Yeah, yeah And Tate's still on the corner Talking 'bout some loud pack but his face is getting older And his son is turning twenty-two He'll spin the block if you need him to But only if you cop an eighth And better keep your story straight Out in the south side of somewhere Uh, and I don't know what part The south side of somewhere Uh, and I don't think that I'll be getting out Yeah, if we go broke (go broke) Then we go broke, God damn (go broke) Blame it on the clover (God damn) Blame it on the south side of somewhere Jesus took the wheel, yeah And didn't take us nowhere (ain't that some shit?) And ain't that some shit? (Ain't that some shit? God damn) Ain't that some shit? Yeah Outside with all these Voices, inside voices Inside voices Inside voices Inside voices Inside voices Inside voices Inside voices Inside