Midnight In Toronto

Flying down the highway Letting every trouble pass me Got my ride or die wit me But the blue lights after me So we switching to the fast lane Pedal to the floor, can't catch me Lighting up the tires like a smokescreen She let that hammer spray from the backseat I'm on the run with my only one We heading to the sun, wit a million She my only plug that'll hold me up She let that finger tug when she hold the gun But she in high heels... and an apron Whipping in the kitchen She know she different... kilos she flipped it We know... see no... speak no... to witness She wishes, these bitches would try it, she vicious She built like she fitness, she taste like sweet licorice But she hold in the deep snow, in line like a free throw Those eyes wit a deep glow, thick thighs that are evil She smile wit dimples, n gets low like limbo Flying down the highway Letting every trouble pass me Got my ride or die wit me But the blue lights after me So we switching to the fast lane Pedal to the floor, can't catch me Lighting up the tires like a smokescreen She let that hammer spray from the backseat Shorty know ima hold her down We on this long drive but its only miles That look that's in her eyes when she turn an smile That look of my surprise every time she wild uh uh uh Dark chocolate melanin, black cherry is medicine Park up wit adrenaline, spark up an Edison Walk up you getting it, she swing like a pendulum Raise up a weapon and make these words of legend She got blunt wrap... and her own stash Roll that... then blow that She got no hold back... she bad that's no cap All smoke she own that...she no... chill Prozac Relive these throwbacks... cause these moments Kodak girl Flying down the highway Letting every trouble pass me Got my ride or die wit me But the blue lights after me So we switching to the fast lane Pedal to the floor, can't catch me Lighting up the tires like a smokescreen She let that hammer spray from the backseat Flying down the highway Letting every trouble pass me Got my ride or die wit me But the blue lights after me So we switching to the fast lane Pedal to the floor, can't catch me Lighting up the tires like a smokescreen She let that hammer spray from the backseat