Goonies survive
• Written by Tweak
I grew up a fuckin problem child
Roaming the streets committing crimes going wild
Neighbors on the phone cops already dialed
Throw up my middle finger and let out a smile
Light up a blunt and my black n mild
Restraining orders they all getting filed
These police they keep me exiled
Keeping me out of my home so this money piles
Got me locked up so i gotta go to fuckin trial
But we all goonies just having a good time
Waiting for licks laying down in the grime
Feeling almighty trying to reach our prime
Take it from em even if its a dime
Poppin these pills the beauty was sublime
Packing heat waiting for our final climb
We were trying to come up we got up off our ass
Run up in dudes house and take the whole stash
Having some fun plus we were making some cash
Never run from devil because he would dash
Had it drilled in our minds not to come in last
Walking into class with a grand that came in fast
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Tweak
Member since May 27 2015