Lyrics:
stuck
And I agree that chevys suck
They might blow a tire on the interstate
And you wind up an hour late
To your job and you get fired by your boss
You
ekwechili
Ngozi bu turn by turn
Gbambo che nkegi
Okwa Louis Vuitton
Yana Christian Door
Kanyi neyi nahu
Anyi nae drip for life
Baba mi no dey tire oo
Your
about you...
Shot a whiskey from a Dixie Cup, mud tires, and pick up trucks,
Friday night hanging with my friends, Love that feeling.
Bonfires, fishing
yeah
And I'm tired
Life is spinning like my tires
Led astray by my desires
You say, you say count it all joy
You say count it all joy
Count it all joy
Just warming up my tires
Give the signal
Hear my engine scream
Green light, white smoke, and blue fire
Another lap in the moonlit hills
Said I'd win,
a Chevy bed
We grew up on 'em, stirred up dust on 'em
We were tough on 'em
With our cleats and our retread tires
We stayed out late on 'em
We went
lovin' instead
I won't tire
Take me higher
Building a house of fire, baby
Buildin' it with our love
We are buildin' a house of fire every time
sittin? side-by-side
I looked out the window and to my surprise
Was a hotrod Ford just a-passin? me by
I?m draggin?, draggin? down Main once more
With
of being po', yeah trying to leave the rats
Walk out to see three of your tires, that be on flat
And that one tire, left a sign of hope
That helps you
of being po', yeah trying to leave the rats
Walk out to see three of your tires, that be on flat
And that one tire, left a sign of hope
That helps you
got a left front tire throwin' thread
By tomorrow morning I could be dead
Baby, maybe, you've been right all along
You said you couldn't stay
With
the pessimistic type
She'd take the tires off yo bike
Imagine if you was a bike
Then she would take the tires off yo' life
Soul Eater, drive by on a four wheeler
bout both sane and mad
If you don't think of life
As time passing by
I'm sure you will find
What it's about
Go for the gold, never tire
Make yourself
a chance to hang around
And lie there by the fire
And watch the evening tire
While all my friends and my old lady
Sit and pass the pipe around
tires, won't you, mister?
Wash my windows too, if you got time?
Last night, I dreamed I died and went to heaven
To that Mighty Super Service in the sky
tonight, we
Saw the fuckin, uh
Turn off on 5 South, south of San Francisco
Where we popped the tire and pulled over
Last last tour, we drove by it
Today
Fine boy Bella
I go by the name Small Baddo
Limerick
Small money plenty enemies
Yea
Village people them follow me
Yahh
Please brother don’t you
man Porshe
The way you need am only me get am
Chop am like torso shey you know
Say you know
My body na fire na you go tire
Enjoyment with Mr just dey
Yeah, yeah
(Beats by Choc)
Okay, drug pack lookin' like Hunter S. Thompson
Rap good as that kid outta Compton
And the money comin' in, that's
man Porshe
The way you need am only me get am
Chop am like torso shey you know
My body na fire na you go tire
Enjoyment with Mr just dey waya oo oya
a revolução interna
A luta é longa mas a glória da vitória é eterna
Êxodo, tire o peso dos
Nossos ombros e
Me ajude a sair daqui
Êxodo, tire o peso dos
[Hook]
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay,
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up
(4x)
[Verse 1:
WAY 2
TROY x NAMEBRAND
Way too lit, way too loud
They like my lingo, they like my vibe
Big boy rim, on a skinny ass tire
Shawty I’ll slide, wit that
démons sourire
Peur du bas, peur du passé qui me hante, Qui m'tire
On est deux comme ca, brisé t'es ma broken baby
Broken baby
Drowning by the night
Le
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