Lyrics:
Sun is shining, dust is in the air
nothing to stop us, the open road is just ahead.
No need of stopping, I just hit the break
the need of rolling
hold in the 1950’s when we were already entranced by baseball, bikinis and the boob tube. We invented manned flight, atom bombs, and duct tape before we
Then why i catch her
Jeffin all up in my face
Bro just stick to what you know
That other shit gon get you played
Speed up make and the gap bigger
I'm
Blue tips eat you up piranha
Floating message in a bottle
Turn it up we go full throttle
Money on your head get hit like lotto
Just a man don't
Aleksander Solzhenit'syn
You may or you may not know was a
Prisoner in the Soviet Gulag
Concentration camp system
That by his report at least
Killed
Aye, you see that Brunette with the tattoos
She got a cork in her hand and a wine bottle
Walking by thinking damn I wish I had you
I'm bouta pull up
She likes to watch him out the window
Goin' 'round in circles under the sun
Somethin' 'bout a man on a tractor
With his hat on backwards
Lookin'
The morning sun burns off the haze,
Igniting ways that we'll escape.
Twist the throttle and boots up brother.
We’re out to discover a new landscape.
Aw, but
Really poppin pill bottles
On the road to hell
Really goin full throttle
Thoughts in my head
Gonna leave me dead
I really feel like
Im On the road to hell
to the throttle
Skip mom's titty, skip the bottle
Straight to Cristal
In the club never hesitate
To pull that pistol
Before I take another fine
I’ll be cellmates
With JD in my roll I've got time on my side
We're hitting the road friend with friend side by side
Open up the throttle thunder roaring loud
Sun cooking
With JD in my roll I've got time on my side
We're hitting the road friend with friend side by side
Open up the throttle thunder roaring loud
Sun cooking
in a tall glass
Judgin' by her smile, it's about time to
Shut it down
Lotta work left to do, the sun's still out
But any hay to make can wait for
head up even when i'm in despair
Keep my head up even when i'm in despair
Got my hoody on when the sun down
Gotta get check ups
Had to just do it
Had no
down low,
It's not a feeling, that I've ever known,
Got many feelings in my head,
Pushing on the throttle till we're dead,
Pushing on the throttle is my
stand
To keep the union livin'
The boss man be damned
The clash of steel rang out
Into the dead of night
Everyone gone home
And hoped John'd be alright
In
Harvest moon
Orange sky
Empty field out of sight
Back-end of a dead-end road
Long necks by the case
Stacked up on Diamond plates
JBL's sitting
you were the one who said it
Heedless in time
Endlessly I wonder
Upon these ever shifting sands
The bones of a dead man
holding me aloft
I remain in
Creamy white and crystal clear
It glistened in the sun, it had nothing to fear
Many came from near and far
There was nothing like the beauty that they saw
Go full-throttle with that shit
Grab life by the balls, and just fucking send it
Command it
We cannot escape the fate of our reality
But we can learn
concerned with them
Nigga, I pop more guns than you holdin' them
Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten in broad daylight, get
I wipe the whole place down clean like some pledge
Said my only real friends are all dead
And I'm next up on the edge
Voices talking in my head
Tell
kidneys
Taking shots by the bottle
And I been going full throttle
Been going
I keep on going keep on going
I seen my brother shed some tears yesterday
Not
everythin' but I tell him what I can, hmm
Stopped by the barroom down by the union hall
Next thing I know a man said hey, said last call
You're gonna miss
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