Lyrics:
Stewart Rod
Every Beat Of My Heart
Red Hot In Black
I met her in a little French cafe
Legs like a young giraffe
She was sitting reading
Airs (check)
Mean bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I need
That new coupe (got
Airs (check)
Mean bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I need
That new coupe (got
I just got a girl, and, holy fuck, she's a robot
She's got shiny red steel and neon eyes, it's kinda hot
I don't know her name, I just flew down
guess we will see then
Young cretin, ride around with dope in the back of a Lincoln
I'll be broke by the end of the weekend
But we all hope I'll be good
rod with me
I'm a GBABY
Raised up in the slums we keep them guns just like the navy
We cradled that lil baby if we catch him out of bounds we leave
rest
I'm starting to feel like I'm the best
I wouldn't be here with out my Ls
I didn't let them get the best
Of me
City of hot rods
Got hot rods I carry
Yo It's kind of sad but whatever, ah
Shit I'm lost now, tryna get found
Someone save me
I'm hot now, drop a free style
Shit go crazy
I see these
Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags
Building Us
Kevin Leach, Evan Williams, Ryan Rossebo, & Rob Mayes
December 2017
It was Lincoln logs and a hot wheels ford
Sittin cross legged
We took your invitations and shoved them down into your eyesockets one by one
Fly on you fat bastards, fly on hot rod classics
Out at the ball park
Goes screaming by, the bass line lingers
It's hot as the devil, the rubber and the metal
Black smell of something burning
I never did wrong, i never did
got to see what all the hype was on
And then he took a sip sittin' in the Lincoln
Thinking he was pimpin' as he listened to the system
Little did he
you fools (This here for my shottas)
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules (Dip Set!) Oww!!!!
Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Let me
they
Lip popped by Fatso
Bum, feel the sting linger
Wrote this humdinger with a
Dislocated bling finger
Still king of the hill, it's the DOOM-Hour
When
(Blicky to blicky to blicky to blicky)
Sellin' packs by the laundromat (laundromat)
Once I get up out the hood, I ain't comin' back (never)
But I
A hundred shots in that Caddy
Pull up with some shooters off that
Evil and they fucked up
On the rod with that work right by the AM
Got it sewed up
Got
stares off alone into the night
With the eyes of one who hates for just being born
For all the shut down strangers and hot rod angels
Rumbling through
torn
She stares out alone into the night
With the eyes of one who hates for just being born
For all the shut-down strangers and hot rod angels
are torn
She stares off alone into the night
With the eyes of one who hates for just being born
For all the shut down strangers and hot rod angels
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Ay, walk down the block, shoot a opp (Bang Bang, uh)
Walk down the block, I'm so hot(so hot)
Chillin with her, took her to Ihop
a class by myself you cant fuck with me
Who you nigga you cant fuck with me
Who you nigga you cant fuck with me
Who you nigga you cant fuck with me
Im in
to face with your maker
Your whole life has only been the taker
Sparing your-self made your children the rod
Satan has been your main truth by a God
You
Sitting by the lake side
My feet hanging over the reef
I can feel the tide
Changing rapidly
Sunrise on the water
I can feel a bite
Must have been
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