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intrinsic.
Reach feats first because y’all graves are always within six.

During this cruel age, oil shall eventually run out in the fuel gauge.
Yet other’s

the flame hit the tank
Everything gon spark
Renegade Savage
We wreck Havoc
Beat em with the truth
Any place anytime attitude
Protect mine nail and tooth
Gauge

even
Yeah, that's not bad
Yeah, I just gotta remember to get gas next time
Yeah, exactly, pay attention to your gas gauge man
That fuel gauge, that fuel

recognize the holy spirit,  I know he's real
I can't do this, Jesus please take the wheel
Check lights on, fuel gauge, needle on E 
Lord I just need to get

watch me take it
Lemme gauge it if you talkin' shit then, then go erase it
Yeah we got some inspirations homie I've been smooth

Like some lubrication

Just following these lines
And I can't let my life pass by
Just following these lies
Next steps escape me, fuel to hate me
Why can't I shake this notion

Face Off

Scarface

Streetsweeper, Vol. 2: The Pain from the Game

2004

the 12 gauge
I'm fuckin' your house up, you and your spouse up
You open your mouth up, guarantee you I douce ya
Have 'em writin' about ya, daily I'm in

and who I ain't
A milli on my mind and soon into the bank
Hella bright even though the skies are hella grey
The darker the shade thrown, the more fuel for

is where my dreams are bright 

Fuel gauge drops low, but my spirits run high.
Walking down the highway, my dreams are alive
With my trusty jerry can,

LIFE ON THE ROAD IS ALL I KNOW
ANOTHER MILE DOWN HERE I GO
ANOTHER SMALL TOWN SAME OL SHOW
AND THE FUEL GAUGE IS COVERED BY YOUR PICTURE
RUNNIN LOW

new text to see
But dude I ain't got no blues on me
On my way hittin' down town
Fuel gauge don’t get enough frown
Baby aint got A to C
I get paid to be

our time.
This place is dead inside.
The weak will not survive.
Standing at the side of the road with your fuel gauge stuck on low.
Standing at the side

Starting the engine
Loading the system
Checking for updates
(And loading the project)
Waiting for input
Grinding the metal
Controlling the heat
(And

get acquainted,
Pick ya brain,
fade away,
Instigate,
Conversation;
Bout your gauge,
Where ya aimin'
Who complaining
Fuck the input
Less the output,

porch light on
You sprung my cage, red lined my gauge and fuel the fire
Yeah, your hand in mine makes my heart soar like a hallelujah choir (hallelujah)

I Never Work on a Sunday

Keith Urban

Keith Urban [1991]

1999

Then Sunday mornin' found me rollin' into sunrise
With my fuel gauge dead
I pulled into fill up, found the place deserted and a little sign that

To resist the resistance feels futile
It's persistence is brutal 
Afraid of failure and approval at the same 
It's all I knew till
I used it as fuel

gauge. roid rage.

You call me fatso
The insults fuel my rage
Intend to strangle
I peaked at a later age
Now on a manhunt
My flabs have turned to steel

fruits regardless of their season
An input with white lies
An output that's in disguise
I treat myself alright inside this unintelligent blight
So I

gotta read me like a road map
Your input is useless...
I'm different and I think it shows in the music,
I can switch up the flow and prove it,
Turn up

forever
As long as I'm standing
Don't have time for the critics
Who gave me their input
On music they don't have a hand in
Got another thing coming
You

travelling

Now, even wild birds sometimes need
Garden crumbs with their hedgerow seed
Watching out for foxes, stoats and weasels
One thing a fuel gauge cannot

The chill in you always
Has to be the fuel of my joys
Like a chosen one you're
Not like the rest of the boys
And the talks of you
And about you led

them witness what's inside me
12-gauge claps, keep them on their toes
No one's stopping me, I control how it goes
Poking my head out, staying one step