Redacted - Panic!

Pull up, panic, black out all the cameras
Pull up, panic, black out all the cameras
Pull up, panic, black out all the cameras
Pull up, panic
I been about it since the first time they doubted me
Now surrounded by the unlikeliest crowds while their crowning me
Multi-talented, can't be grounded by fallacies
Fuck engaging in beef, I'd rather be on the beach
Eating grapes before I sleep, scavengers slay em like sheep
Advantage going to me and I'm always playing for keeps
This magic carpet unrolled got me trippin, high as can be
Pulled over, swear its prescription is what I told the police
You lock him up and melt away the key
It's taking everything within my aura to not result to alchemy
I'm growing wings, red bull, psycho tauren king
Committed like no other, even got me a padded chain
Plaintiffs been lying, the bayliff is on the take
The plane is on the runway and I don't wanna be late
So I made a plan for my escape, perfect break
Pull the van around at eight
I can handle it all but the tapes
Pull up, panic, black out all the cameras
Pull up, panic, black out all the cameras
Pull up, panic, black out all the cameras
Pull up, panic
Tres wolves thats my people
Pure Joy, ain't no equal
Tres wolves thats my people
Pure Joy, ain't no equal
Now we crushing the lights
Doing ninety-nine on 101 north, push the grand sport into the night
Hit my check and let her know I'm alright
She text me back with a pic of the stash
My finger twitched, took a hit and let out a laugh
The last exit, perfect pursuit in the dark
Fast lesson, pull off and park, switching cars
I'm getting mad anxious
Head south to catch the plane that I had arrangements for
Barely made it, now on final approach
They closed the doors, took my seat and sparked the dutch
Incubus nice to know you on repeat
Then the cops turned the corner
Told my partners to floor it
Aint no way their coming for us
As the plane started taking off to Florida
Pull up, panic, black out all the cameras
Pull up, panic, black out all the cameras
Pull up, panic, black out all the cameras
Pull up, panic
Tres wolves thats my people
Pure Joy, ain't no equal
Tres wolves thats my people
Pure Joy, ain't no equal

Written by:
Patrick Bailey

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