Lyrics:
and boats
You can take a ride, we’ll be right by your side
As we sing about things that go
The school bus drives kids off to school
The garbage truck gets
I have to do
I don’t wanna second guess it
So baby I’m just gonna text it
Ain’t even gonna stop this truck
It’s a Drive By Breakup
It’s just
pick me up, in your truck, I wanna drive
Let's hit a buck ten again down 55
That's my little rock 'n' roll right there
Crank it 'til the speakers
money)
You go bitch you go girl
This yo shit this yo world
This yo song this yo jam
You just met your new man
I'm a drive the girl loopy like a tucán
I
Riding by the potholes, loading up my old truck
I'm so blessed, need no luck
I'm so blessed, need no luck
Riding by the potholes, loading up my old
f**k with that Hemi
I gotta Cutlass 350 will leave your ass by a distance
You ain't customly did it or oringally interior
Your like them West side
DRIVE
PERFORMED BY LOCKELAND
WRITTEN BY Kyndon oakes, mark vikingstad & susie brown
'65 baby blue ford has got me
Truckin' down this Cotten field
'm obsessive and crazy
That's fine, you won't mind if I say
By the way
I hate that stupid old pickup truck
You never let me drive
You're a redneck heartbreak
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
'm know to spaz Diagnosed a psycho
See Alec the Merlin and Jade the Maestro
I plea the fifth
In the line up
Pointed out by witnesses
Like I fit
fool you man I can take care of me
When you see a flash of pink go flyin' by
The next thing you know there's a taillight your eyes
Everybody wonders
ass like operation
I got thirty seconds left and Imma drive the point home
What's the point of living if you never use your dome
People are so ignorant
get to smash
This fuck's for you
I can barely drive the G5 down King Drive
Cause like a Brinks truck
They know there's money inside
I'ma take a little
what they really want
Drive out to the boondocks
And park down by the creek
And where it's George Strait
Real late dancing cheek to cheek
Ain't
before
If that don't make you comfortable
I'll drive you to your door
Baby, baby girl, you are a star
When you say you're walking far
You can hop in my
Wake up in the morning go to work
Fire up the truck and drive to Sonoma
Hop on the forklift and load up the truck with 10,000 pounds of newspapers
sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on your titties (yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool
on the ranch (It was a horse wreck)
And she had to be used as an ambulance
The guy says, Man, we need to borrow your truck
I said, Ok
He goes, Where's the keys?
Check my Google Drive my producer dropped
Provide me with a lick listen
Yo bitch I pull up with the work
Landscaper hoe imma put them in the dirt
Bitch
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in
My life tick tack toe
Left hand on a rodeo
Sorry never been a romeo
Baby I go by antonio
She was magic she was made by merlin
First night I saw her
Runnin' out of gas
But I think I'm thankful
To have you by my side
Never felt this in my life
Your red truck, you and I
Your red truck in the sky
Without
Life's a movie, shorty bad, Black Widow
Feel like Batman, I'm your hometown hero
Money like Kobe, I replaced all the rings for zeros
Driving by the block
abacus
Drive so strong
I could drag a bus
Puff the magic dragon
I might just drag a puff
Of that hidden leaf
Put it in a Dutch
Smoke the whole village
Not
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