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The Black Keys No Fun

fun to hand around Freaked out for another day No fun, my baby, no fun No fun, my baby, baby, no fun No fun to be alone Walkin' by myself No fun to

they send me to these overpacked jails In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion Roll

God Damn I Love That Sh*T Lets Stop Faking Be Real Now I Got A Room And A Hard On , Still Down? U Been Staring A Bar Full Of Black Dudes Say You Wanna

that matchin broad in the passenger seat Eleven hundred Gs stashed away for my son So when he grow up he can have a lil fun I'm still sellin keys, stackin

everyday of the week And have a matching bitch in the passenger seat Seven hundred Gs stashed away for my son So when he grow up he can have a lil fun I'm still sellin keys

rocks Buck fifty 'cross your neck Blow up your tech I'll beat you across your chest [Kuniva:] Yo It's only right I jack the car keys and run Spent all of my advancements on weed and guns For fun

Floss your teck, I'll beat you wit it across your chest [Kuniva] Yo it's only right I jack your car keys and run Spent all of my advancements on weed and guns For fun

cross yo neck Floss yo tek I'll beat you wit it across yo chest (Kuniva aka Von) It's only right I jack your car keys and run Spent all of my advancements on weed and guns For fun

dice for fun Here come the police now, a nigga gotta run Sometimes I fear I'm trapped n a white world It's hard for a black person to make up a bundle