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Rabid Thoughts Video (MV)




Performed By: Sol Miranda
Language: English
Length: 2:00
Written by: Peter Miranda




Sol Miranda - Rabid Thoughts Lyrics
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Hm what's to say
Fingers strumming like guitar picks
Pay to play
Beneficial till it's all in
Should I stay
There's been static here like all day
Why the games
If winning ain't an option
Time and Place
I guess if it'll make amends
Sour taste, sweeter paste, let me ink my pen
Badder breathes
Gasp for you take me in
And say my grace
Bow my head and go change again
You wanna sway
Like we rocking back and forth wait
Caught up on a yacht with some thots im like oy vey
I was chillin
Maccin' ain't no trumpet play
-ing with some words hit a curb hit a bump again
Don't need to go through this again
Familiar with curves in the road as I make my way
Side quests I be clearing them in every game
Special vents, give me air make em blow away
WhoWoulda thought that it would go this way
50/50 chance to make em dance with that color scheme
Make some money, I spend that shit like everyday
Get some honeys, spill the tea on rainy day
Hm what's to say
Fingers strumming like guitar picks
Pay to play
Beneficial till it's all in
Should I stay
There's been static there like all day
Why the games
If winning ain't an option
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Hm what's to say
Fingers strumming like guitar picks
Pay to play
Beneficial till it's all in
Should I stay
There's been static here like all day
Why the games
If winning ain't an option
Time and Place
I guess if it'll make amends
Sour taste, sweeter paste, let me ink my pen
Badder breathes
Gasp for you take me in
And say my grace
Bow my head and go change again
You wanna sway
Like we rocking back and forth wait
Caught up on a yacht with some thots im like oy vey
I was chillin
Maccin' ain't no trumpet play
-ing with some words hit a curb hit a bump again
Don't need to go through this again
Familiar with curves in the road as I make my way
Side quests I be clearing them in every game
Special vents, give me air make em blow away
WhoWoulda thought that it would go this way
50/50 chance to make em dance with that color scheme
Make some money, I spend that shit like everyday
Get some honeys, spill the tea on rainy day
Hm what's to say
Fingers strumming like guitar picks
Pay to play
Beneficial till it's all in
Should I stay
There's been static there like all day
Why the games
If winning ain't an option
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Writer: Peter Miranda
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