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Madspeed Tour to Classic Hondas on the Dragon 9 road trip prt 1 S3Ep112

Welcome back to the channel, or simply welcome if this is your first time. Thanks for stopping through and checking us out. This episode is the Madspeed Tour to the main event at Classic Hondas on the Dragon. Hang with the crew, a bunch of old classic Hondas, the highways, and the mountains on our journey to the Foothills Mall in Maryville TN for the Madspeed Pre-meet. We had a blast out there on the highways, you would think it was the mid 90's in your rear view mirror looking back on the pack of Hondas behind. Special thanks to‪@DrivenFilmsPhotography‬ and ‪@thefearonshop‬for taking this journey with us on the road. Shout out to ‪@crxseth‬, ‪@417REVamp‬ , ‪@thedailychores3130‬and everyone who showed up for the meet. Thanks to MurderNova over ‪@187Customs‬ for being part of our humble little youtube channel. Hope to see you all again on the road next year, at the main event with @classichondasonthedragon, or on the next episode, but until then, Stay Mad B Up to rise, I open my eyes only to find thatThe sunshine hides behind cloudy skies outsideAnd now’s the time. Devout to fight the unappealingIt’s been raining for six weeks, and there’s a leak in the ceilingMy poor friend, me, not like the whiskey, is force-feedI got forty adorable whores at my door to escort meLife is good, so I stab my knife into the woods, siphonThe right from the should, and clean my pipes underneath your hood, girlIt’s a lonely road back to my own abode, andThe moment’s slow, slowing through the hole of my soul—oh noHope floats through the troposphere like the clouds that don’tBe smoking, sheer rolling out of focus in a broken mirrorI wish Vric was here so we could sip a beer, shootThe shit about the weird. Man, I still hold back the tears, fuckingFurious. Ever since, I can’t take anything seriousPissing in the rain ‘cause I drink myself deliriousYou might also likePast TimeLanguage Arts Crew9 to 5Language Arts Crew Well, I’m an old kid. Time to goGive, got the mighty closed fist while the dominoesTip. My mama knows best, and I don’t knowShit. Girl, you’re a mess. Get this world off my chestIt’s 2006 and we flipped through many pagesSpread my life across the pavement. Mr. Lawson, I can’t take itThe years are moving faster, and I wish they would just slow a bitSo I can catch my breath... and really get a hold of thisNow bills to pay and 9-to-5, I analyze the worth of lifeAnd wish I could rewind the times to summer nights, love on the riseStill rocking shows, but I arise before the sun doAdulthood overrated like the rats that run amongst youThinking back to days when we were rolling in the galaxyNow the worry hold us back, and giving a fuck about a salaryDigging in the seats for the bridge toll, barely balancingDrinking large amounts until walking becomes challengingAnd it still is. I got some down-ass friendsA rowdy group of heads, we bring the pigs out the pens, we’re onSome Old Kids shit—fuck the pressures of life. We’re keepingGood company and everything’ll be alrightWell, I’m an old kid. Time to goGive, got the mighty closed fist while the dominoesTip. My mama knows best, and I don’t knowShit. Girl, you’re a mess. Get this world off my chestYeah, get thisShit off of the chest and old soul. Mama knowsBest: you don’t go settling for so-soIt’s fast-paced in this rat race, so roll slowThere’s fast paper, and that’s a danger as most knowWe beat blocking, keep rocking these shows ‘til myFeet cease walking and depart from the road (From the road)These memories will stick with me (Stick with me), writingMy name through the city when I was broke, pulling $6.50And I’m an old kid, sure isBroke this, with them hefty buds and my old kicksTime keeps ticking, I was 2 double-O-6Closed it. Family members, we must have grown quick(Grown quick) And now we traded the beers for booze—here’s toThe crew. This year was merely a miracle true (True)Rock-bottom to skyscraping, no time wastingFrom fine-paying to grime-making to lines waitingSign saying “280 South,” it’s crazy nowAnd Cali raised me something I wouldn’t go a day withoutYeah, the good times and the badTires are flat on the right, but I got five in the gas (So push it)Keep rocking as long as there’s blank pages to ripAnd shitty bars that’ll play our hits—come onPut a quarter in the jukebox, pay our rentAnd let it spin ‘til we’ve made our centsWell, I’m an old kid. Time to goGive, got the mighty closed fist while the dominoesTip. My mama knows best, and I don’t knowShit. Girl, you’re a mess. Get this world off my chest old kids language arts crew