Lyrics:
I can hear the truck tires coming up the gravel road
And its not like her to drive that slow, nothings on the radio
Footsteps on the front porch, I
are war, that's what brothers carry weapons for
And I take the weight as I did before
The next thing you know, they got me on the radio
A rapper
'll do life
I advise you to stop; yo' money don't buy you stripes
Only thing that money brings is fake niggaz and problems
Followed by niggaz who hate fake
to catch Sea Breeze, I'm in the PV's
All chrome D3's, decked out TV's
CD's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced
Don't be fooled by the baby face
I hope ya
Be Heard,' probably thought he worked my nerves
But really he was stressing me, getting what I deserved
Somebody said my name on the radio
He ain't
said my name on the radio
He ain't know I was ready
For the world that minute
So the next time he roll up
And drop grams in it
He probably be out
later we was in the caravan and vroom
We pulled up to the drive way, I started looking sideways
I heard something on the radio you should have saw my face
that we both knew by heart
The lights all turned off and I felt her shiver in the dark
And you know we drive around the town
Lany on my radio
She won't
Song Title: Dashboard Confessions
Songwriter by Blake Bowling & Will Plummer Key: uknwn
INTRO
Verse 1.
Driving down this dead beat road clouds
you lying by my side
Right here, 'cause, baby (we belong together)
When you left I lost a part of me (together)
It's still so hard to believe (come
our old favorite song
I guess the more things change
Maybe the less I do
I'm still too country for my radio
Too small town for the big show
I
a fort
In the midst of war, I find peace within
Run, lock your doors, don't let the beast get in
The mind is a terrible thing to waste
I show love cause
it’s some things I gotta navigate
These niggas know that I get bread and still find ways to hate
I know by my namesake that I was born to be great
I
for you everywhere
Haunted by the ones who don't understand
Trying to have my mind tamed and bent
You were my only friend, now this has to end
But they
opened at a quarter to ten it was the same old thing all over again
I was doin bad my future was bleek
I'd rather play games than eat or sleep until one
run things like OBO
O B O yeah
We rise by lifting others
Anything I can do I fit do
I'm too big for your league call me the champion
No body
night long
Like a hit song on the radio
You already know the way it goes
All it took was a look and
I was hooked on
The way that you taking
Taking
Cuz that is that is where the action is
I'm reaching places in my mind
I thought I'd never see.
Complications brought on by the
C O V I D
Could it be
Honey darlin' arm in arm and we're taking things day by day
Red lips, black hair, in the mirror, maybe not quite as Irish as they say
Honey darlin'
things
But I never did you wrong
How could you be uncertain now
Judging by the things you did on the way
Why do hate me would you tell me now
Tell me why
with that
Word man I gotta let em know I gotta
Bust this
I used to know this girl by the name of Teresa
I did all I could to make her release her
bag I'm in it I'm winning adding trophies to shelves
I ain't speaker knockers but the first bands I made by myself
Sending CDs over seas that's a pack
only thing that im chasing is money
But the niggaz i be with be gunning
Don't get it confused ill knockoff ya muffin
Yeah them bullets they hot as a oven
(verse 3)
My name is Claymore, bitch, I'm beaucoup nice
And I don't do a fucking thing for no YouTube likes
Bitch, there’s not a single member of your crew
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