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Cruise Control

Mariah Carey

E=MC²

2008

Can't get him outta my mind
Can't explain it but it's somethin 'bout him
Makin' me high
Like a motor revin' over and over
It don't stop
He

Midnight Driver of a Love Machine

Winger

Better Days Comin'

2014

working town
She starts her motor when the sun goes down
Mysterious lover in my darkest dream
She's a midnight driver of a love machine

Her touch

The tank may be in the red but it ain't empty
Keep on goin you don't know what's ahead
Just keep that motor rollin' down the road 
Don't slow down

Begin the transmission-checking flight control systems/
maintaining energy-now applying limit to magnetic core memory/
drop the edge vent/the fuckin

hand the control am applying
No certi drivers them cunts are all clowns
A was brought up into motors and not the playground
In the back of a Z
That's

Always Strapped [Remix]

Lil Wayne

New Orleans Nightmare, Pt. 8

drop, 
A lil' syrup and I can make the soda pop, 
Keep talkin' an I can make my soldiers pop, 
Got real niggas ridin' wit me till the motor' stop, 
I

it's all over
My car odor smell like raw doujah
I'll burn gas like car motors ayy I
(AI) crossed over but play my role in Philly
I've been (Ben) on point

me psych goofy think twice
Hype pipe Hype pipe
Premium fuel blood type
Hype pipe Hype pipe
Motor no rotting always ripe (Yeah, Yeah)
Automobili you’ve

score, no more scraping to get by
No resistance, kill 'em if they try
Start the motor and we're on our way
Enough talking (Let's go get paid)
Can't work

Shouting at the driver, 
Even shouting at me and my mum 
Reme di ele cry, the man she knew was always in control 
But 
The day was a dark one, 
Looks like

Myers
No helmet on my motor bike cycle rider
Cruise control with no hands I'm a psycho driver
Me and Jimmy go back like spare tires
Now we back at ya

control her
Try to force me, you ain't Yoda
Gassed me up, don't kill the motor, i'm like soda
Bottled pop, mazel tov, bitch I'm bout to drop
I put my drip

bitch on my block I got control
All these choppers they illmatic, feel like Nas in '94
Guns n butta mothafucka, I need more drugs, I ain't buying clothes