Lyrics:
on the blacktop
But she'll beat you to the matchbox
Got a blunt in the sky with the clouds in her eyes
Yeah I know what I want
Drop it baby yeah drop it down low
Killing these niggas, wrist might get time in the feds
I'm stunting, Evel Knievel, dirty Sprite by the liter
Let that top down on my Beamer til' I'm tired
get time in the feds
I'm stunting, Evel Knievel, dirty Sprite by the liter
Let that top down on my Bimmer til' I'm tired of balling like Tila
this world with a grain of salt
Jesus gave me a wake up call
"It's 3 a.m." she said, "Who are you, Matchbox 20?"
She said, "Are you getting rest?"
Six years old
Tired of being told
All the things I need to do
I'm a big boy now
I can read and count
I can even tie my shoes
Why do I need a bath
Clearport jet shit, big dog status, yeah
Twenty rings, twenty chains, big dog status, yeah (it's Philthy, nigga)
Big dog status, yeah, big dog status, yeah
this world with a grain of salt
Jesus gave me a wake up call
"It's 3 a.m." she said, "Who are you, Matchbox 20?"
She said, "Are you getting rest?"
like a matchbox
Take that to the bank and I keep my hat and mask on at all times
Twenty Twenty style gotta keep the smile going through that fabric
Don’t
'Specially when you're sittin' on 20's they get nauseous
Standin' in the Azure with white Air Forces
You can catch me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin'
New Yorkers
'Specially when you're sittin on 20's they get nauseous
Standin in the Azure with white air forces
[Chorus]
You can catch me in
Four foot tall
With an old staircase guitar
The only boy in a small church choir was how he'd get his start
Then five foot ten
Gone from Matchbox
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep)
Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep)
If you're tired be quiet and go to sleep, hoe
(Go to sleep) go to sleep, hoe
(Go
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go
the gossip, fuck it run off happily
The broken spoke cyclers chokin open doctors they as born fetus
In a matchbox conveniently padlocked to the hammer base
Now
on the radio
(Nothing!)
Matchbox 20, Once was plenty.
I'm tired of this junk giving me a headache.
Nothing Good on the Radio.
(Nothing!)
No there's
(what you want?)
Big general, I'm so sick and tired
Of leavin' my children, I'm really supplyin'
Goin' to jail and jumpin' a bond
Catchin' them
Tired every fucking second
Smoke session live resin 4:20/7
27 tryna reach an empty heaven
I've been on the road, so it's time to go
I've been alone for a while now, and it's not bad, but I'm tired now
I thought it would be over by now, I
I'm in my twenties with this flame that's a matchbox
And It's the same if you ask Rak
Cuz where I'm at I got the frame by a glass box
These doobies
again
I zoom right by ya
We zoomin' Matchbox 20 we boomin'
Bamboozled made your head spin
Hooked on to my rhymes
Got you locked
Girls with the clean spot
There's a song that comes on every now and then
By Matchbox Twenty and about a minute in
I find myself thinking about a little bar out by the beach
There's a song that comes on every now and then
By Matchbox Twenty and about a minute in
I find myself thinking about a little bar out by the beach
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