Centralave

Young boy, used to drown in that alcohol
And if you dialing, 517 'fore you fucking call
I'm out the hall, K2 to my fuckin jaw
When waking up and gettin' cash was a fuckin' chore
Aluminum pays, so we packin up the fuckin' car
Cold nights, Tanqueray up in the fuckin' jar
Ride, slide, feel the ice up on the fuckin' road
White jeep
White trash
White fuckin' snow
I remember everything like last year was yesterday
Used to set up rupture funds and make that money anyway
Then we knew how they won't ever find out how we did these things, that's just how it went down

Tables by the stack, thumb tacs by the pack
Gasoline with the rag, it went way beyond the matte
Tables by the stack, thumb tacs by the pack
Gasoline with the rag, it went way beyond the matte (Uh)