Lyrics:
I guess I should've known
By the way you parked your car sideways
That it wouldn't last
See you're the kinda person
That believes in makin' out
I guess I should've known
By the way you parked your car sideways
That it wouldn't last
See you're the kinda person
That believes in makin' out
why
I'm going
Like river
I'm flowing
Yellow Corvette
Yellow Corvette
Yellow Corvette
Yellow Corvette
I want it
I need it
In my head
I see it
Yellow
i guess i shoulda known by the way
u parked your car sideways
that it wouldn't last
see you're the kinda person that
believes in makin' out once
love
ears
Words meant to dwell in darkness shall never see the light of day
Words can be broken, so can bones
Execute the mandate
Mouth full of dirt
ears
Words meant to dwell in darkness shall never see the light of day
Words can be broken, so can bones
Execute the mandate
Mouth full of dirt
ain't know bet they know now
I'm up nigga
If I ever said fuck you nigga I meant to
When you come up how I came up, life's not gentle
See that tear
registry
I love it when they say
Enjoy your stay
You see how they mean it
Cause that's the way theyve been trained
Show you to your room
A suite with a view
coquettes
On m’dit même un peu « fraiche pet »
C’est qu’j’ai les courbes presque parfaites
J’suis une corvette vraiment chouette
Quand j’fais cirer ma
quoi cette bitch parle?
Et j'me sens comme Popp quand j'pull up dans la Corvette (Corvette Corvette)
Et ma bitch est riche, rien qu'elle fait des
corvette
Lionel, Dave and the butcher made three
You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinny bone tree
With the strings of a washburn
Stretched
Yeah, that's him again, the sound that engine in is like a bird
You see fireworks and Corvette tire skrrt the boulevard
I know how you work, I know just
Hunnid racks gone, when I pull out
Black Corvette, when I pull out
Bad foreign bitch, when I pull out
VVS, dripping when I pull out
Hunnid racks
One, two, one, two, three
Almost got an old Chevrolet
Man, that car was talking to me
Chevrolet
Pretty red lights and the paint was gleaming
I
I wanna joyride
I wanna feel the heat in my veins
I wanna live a life of ease
Just wanna get a little taste
C'mon and be my teacher
In your glasses
everything about you
You're 5' 3" born in Carolina
Still front pew pretty
And Friday night free
You're dashboard singing
Little red Corvette
Sweet
Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three
Well, you got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
With the strings of a Washburn stretched
come on down
We're gonna do a little fiddlin' around
If you'd look outside, you'd see the lights
Of my old corvette
Are you tryin' to drive me
from a red Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the butcher made three
You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
With the strings
to answer to
When I think about leaving I think about me
You know I got a friend him and his wife just couldn't see eye to eye he had all he could
Stand
Tom get loose,
What's a guy without a T. gonna get? Totally screwed,
While chicken wing puke eats the candy apple red off his Corvette
Three dimes
Tom get loose,
What's a guy without a T. gonna get? Totally screwed,
While chicken wing puke eats the candy apple red off his Corvette
Three dimes
Finally gave up those old cigarettes
Sold that '67 red corvette
I miss the way an ice-cold beer went down
We fire one up and pass it around
I guess I should've known by the way you parked your car sideways
That it wouldn't last
See, you're the kinda person that believes in makin' out once
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