Lyrics:
Me and my boyfriend, we get drunk, we get high
In my off-white, down the freeway, off the 405
We're going to drive-in, drive by
We get drunk, we get
Freelove by Ricky Gervais (David Brent in the office)
pretty girl on a pullover cadillac, yeah
she's broken down on the freeway nine, ahh
take
even bother
By the alter with the rattlesnake
The venom and the faith we like it like that
You got your stars on, USA
We're findin' freedom
When my baby's walking down the street
I see red, I see red, I see red
How could someone wicked walk round free
I see red, I see red, I see red
I
of the liquor store
By the freeway where the headlight
Keep her company till the next night
Oh! Gravity
Why can't we seem to keep it together?
Sons of my
a checkered double-knit suit drove up in a large El Dorado Cadillac, leased from BOB SPREEN...
("Where the freeways meet in Downey!")
...And he laid
When my baby's walking down the street
I see red, I see red, I see red
How could someone wicked walk round free
I see red, I see red, I see red
I
Find me on the freeway gassed up
Makaveli on the replay it's that time
Yeah we came a long way yeah
We used to dream about it one day yeah
Find me
Can get it off by tomorrow
It's wicked when my favorite uncle kick it
Fiends trying to kick the addiction
Of sucking glass dicks
Vivid images go against
Spangled Blood
Let LiL Mark teacha
Chase chase freeway
Chase chase freeway
LiL Mark
Chase chase freeway
Chase chase ina state
Valenciansa
the country (flyin' out the coo')
Fill up a Glock with nothin' but that lead and go get some money (go get some, ooh)
When in Jamaica, I was sippin' on red
on this freeway, doing 205 miles per hour
I know you see me on the freeway, bright lights, loud music
I know you wish you were here, sitting with me in this
You got a lot of money, but you can't afford the freeway
The road to Orange County leaves an awful lot of leeway
Where everyone's a doctor
Stevie still wondering we fleeing by
With nothin to lose n ah colt 45
2 fuckin zig zags u know how we drive
(siren)
Triple digit swervin on the freeway
is what you do to me
Your love is driving on a freeway baby
And every moment goes rushing by
I check your review in my mirror, baby
You can take me,
my pocket
We can hit the outskirts, red dirt
Riding these roads like a rocket
You can be my freeway DJ
Just tell me where to point these lights
Calling all the red light runners who never stop
Calling all the poets out there with writer’s block
Calling all the drunks by the doors
Yeah i said it's Kid Ink baby
Turned to the max like TJ
Body tagged up like the bottom of the freeway
Game on lock
You niggas need to get a key made
By the end of it all, I'll be speeding on a cosmic freeway
By the end of it all, I'll be speeding on a cosmic freeway
Yeah, yeah
Sometimes I
about it
Wyle out, fuck niggaz up, laugh about it
I'm not tryin' to visit the morgue
But Freeway move out 'til I sit with the Lord
'Til I get my shit
that I feel alive
Is when I got you right by my side
Ever since I first saw those eyes
I knew I'd have the time of my life
We're feeling good Malibu red
that I feel alive
Is when I got you right by my side
Ever since I first saw those eyes
I knew I'd have the time of my life
We're feeling good Malibu red
know I fuck whores outta habit
Who framed Cube, motherfuck Roger Rabbit!
'Cause I couldn't have and got stabbed in the back
By a black ass dirty
full-court press could never be broken my G
Had hoes warming benches for free talking bout 03
Stood bout 5’3 all-natural shit
Pass me by all the time, far side
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