Lyrics:
I HAD NO HOME TO RELY ON
DRIVING AROUND IN A PASSENGER VAN
WONDERING WHEN
I’D EVER BEGIN
TO START MY LIFE
THATS WHEN I MOVED TO THE CITY
TO BE
I'm on that shit I'm drinking and driving
Trying not to hit the curb
I feel the drugs taking over
When I feel the whip start to jerk and swerve
200
the rat race
And these days that's a special way of life
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word
You start the car
I grab my bags
Pop the trunk open
And throw them in the back
This little home
That I have always known
Now lost
In the rearview
know you hate me there's no need to pretend
Oh well
I guess I'll see you in hell
I'm burning bridges and I won't look back
Driving drunk in a Cadillac
grip the steering wheel driving by the ocean
She in the passenger putting on the lotion
SPF on the skin smooth with the motion
Cherry pie thighs thinking
No need for a needle, no vain pursuits abide,
Your one and only thrill, driving you wild inside.
We went driving one night, I drove you back home
Can you feel it coming
Can you feel it coming
Living in denial is driving you insane
The dark passenger inside you is behind the wheel again
I've
The Monster Inside
Can you feel it coming
Can you feel it coming
Living in denial is driving you insane the dark passenger inside you is behind
of me if it helps to get you home
Home this Christmas
I'm praying that you make it home tonight
So we can lay down by the fireside
You and I till
We'd been driving in circles just trying to learn our way around
You said "isn't this perfect, already lost in our new town"
Half asleep in
by
Headlights making us blind
I wish I had a clearer vision
I wish I could avoid the collision
I wish I could save the passengers
The home is in
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
the passenger
‘Cause I ain't driving shit in my life, now Issa massacre (Listen to your heart)
50 percent of the time I listen to my head, can you tell?
When I
the rat race
And these days that's a special way of life
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word
I'm in the passenger seat
As you fly by
On your big jet plane up
Miles high
It's so damn hard to live a day at a time
When your floating round
the hours
We’ll meet afterwards
If you’re driving I’ll be your passenger
Will you take me somewhere else?
Will ya take me far from this?
Outside the window
hit all the clubs all g up cruising in the ride
Got my girl next to me n my passenger side
She shifting gears but I am the one that's driving yea
You
in your father's car
You gave me a look, but I was way too far
From home, where I belong
Where I need to be
I'm driving home tonight
Brights lights
By a basic standard, you could say I'm doing great
Huge raise at work, plus I got my own place
Business owner, yeah I'm stacking up my own cake
the rat race
And these days that's a special way of life
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word
See him driving round all around this town
And you’re wondering how you ever gonna find a way, find a way not to have to live for tomorrow just enjoy
you the worst
Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
You ain't down cause I trust nobody
[chorus/master p]
I trust nobody x2
[master p]
One by one in this
drove, Lola's baon for my lunch, we were all
Home for every dinner you could hear Quezon when we'd eat but it was
In one ear out the other had no Tagalog
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