Lyrics:
Det var en fine sommerkveld i nitten sekstitre Kameraten min ropte du må komme hit å se Da kom det sakte glidane en Fairline rød og fin med en åtter
Some put in death I need a clear mind Bipolar I need bear time Tryna get that Fairline I gotta grind get that Fairline Can't lost my mind or my
smackin' damn nerds like heroine Swimmin' with sharks I'm off the (Fairline?) Islands They sense blood in they gills but a nigga will survive man Automatic
that stretched for miles The people said, hey, he must be mad but ou Tommy was full of smiles With a jet propulsion engine in the boot of a old Fairline
a vízálló Casio órára Visszatér, mint T-1000-es, vagy G. I. Joe-n a kobra Botrányos maradok, mint a Ford Fairline kalandja Vágysz, mint a pornóra, mint
Dust on the dash board, rust on the back door Daddy paid cash for that ol' four-door Ford Fairline Bottle on the floorboard, butts in the ashtray
Discuss these Fairline Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In