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The National Racing Like A Pro

?re shooting up the ladder Your mind is racing like a pro now Oh my God, it doesn?t mean a lot to you One time, you were a glowing young ruffian Oh my

racing like a pro, now oh my god it doesn?t mean a lot to you one time you were a glowing young ruffian oh my god it was a million years ago Sometimes

racing like a pro, now oh my god it doesn?t mean a lot to you one time you were a glowing young ruffian oh my god it was a million years ago Sometimes

re shooting up the ladder Your mind is racing like a pro, now oh my god it doesn?t mean a lot to you one time you were a glowing young ruffian oh

now smelling like perfume So take a whiff when I wrap a gift, play ya like a gospel A logical apostle, collosal Afro, a cut me like a fade with a Braun

a Coffin to fit ya and take your picture Pull out the bible, bust the scripture It's too late, Tragedy hit ya Life is a gift you took for granted Your

a Coffin to fit ya and take your picture Pull out the bible, bust the scripture It's too late, Tragedy hit ya Life is a gift you took for granted Your

now smelling like perfume So take a whiff when I wrap a gift, play ya like a gospel A logical apostle, collosal (whoooweee!) Afro, a cut me like a fade with a