Lyrics:
cousins
A toast to the West,
Courtesy of the South,
Brought to ya by Colt Ford, people all aboard.
It's the Midnight Rider, call me Baby Bocephus
For
and to always let you know[01:15.15]Distanced only by geography[01:17.61]Separated by the sea[01:20.20]A decade on this journey[01:22.72]I can't wait to hold your
the whoo (skrrt)
I'm whippin' 'round in the woah woah
I'm whippin' 'round
Whip in the Ford Focus (uh)
Whip in my Ford Focus like (uh, hold up)
Pull up
the colts
Imma do anything for my bro
Some of my niggas trapping by the store
I'm on a money mission in my mode
These niggas lethal
And I got that bitch
dropping by, then hop on in
Tell me what's popping, we'll go for a spin so
All aboard my old Ford Taurus
When you get inside, you'll see that it's gorgeous
Saved by Him by the grace I get
Chased by the devil but you chased more
You left the 99 to come for Ford
My freedom I could not afford
So I come to You
it's a ford
Drive a KIA can't ignore
Like I shot at the presidency
Jk Imma just shoot at the president Seat
Staring down the barrel of a colt forty five (five)
I'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive (drive)
Everything is hazy and I can't see
Ford Ranger fired up
I can't believe our old cd
Is still stuck in this truck
Sitting on this bench seat
Hearing songs that we used to sing
Funny how
plucked
Scrap a wack Chevy I pull up in a Ford
Drinking Budweiser can’t be sippin on no coors
Her camo tank top has got me saying lord
Dropped a band
Take soft white and turn it into tan hard
That shit is chemistry
At least a form of science
I was raised by the wolves
But the dogs my alliance
My
Staring down the barrel of a colt 45
I'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive
Everything is hazy and I can't see my lanes
Demons got me
Out on 49
Man, I can see the lights
School's out and the nights roll in
Man, just like a long lost friend
You ain't seen in a while
Can't help
Opening Day Ceremonies
Red, white and blue bunting blowing
Every uniform is bright, not one single grass stain
White chalk is edging the infield
I carried a .45 you n***** listen
Revolving Colts of captains
Damn this s*** is sea sickning
I'm still getting fed I'm sure yall tired of fishing
notes
Sing this song, I need warm
I was cold, drink this beer
Sip this Colt, smoke that weed
Pop this pill, you need perc
I was hurt, I was scarred
My
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
Feelin all the energy that makes our body sing
Going crazy in the club
Hard at home
You call it locomotion but I call it moving bones
They talkin' bout
down south,
Judging by the stream of color coming out of their mouth,
Though I can't figure why, cuz from where I stood,
It got 'em just as damn drunk
pain at all, can't walk a mile in these
It's a pistol under my coat and it's a trick right up my sleeve
He fucked around and met the Colt, the .45 left
night I get to play music
For the greatest fans in the whole wide world
And I'm a keep on doin' what Colt Ford does
Cause that's all I know how to do
the dog just sits and stares waiting for food
Hit the M25 barely doing 35
Driver up front
Drivers round the back
Drivers all around and I just can't relax
dinosaurs in Jurassic Park
Oh no! They just escaped
The power went out setting them all free
Run for your lives! (Oh my God)
(Run for your lives, I got bit)
there's a lot of tings we can’t agree on
You got a big tune, put me on
I’m on a showerman ting, what's he on?
Come to your house in a Ford Orion
Draw for
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