Lyrics:
God in my car
Get it at sea
Take a ship
I'd christen her victory, she'd make it
Victory
Victory
Come on boys, let's push it hard
You broke
God in my car
Get it at sea
Take a ship
I'd christen her victory, she'd make it
Victory
Victory
Come on boys, let's push it hard
You broke
a sender
My anus, my penis, my sinuses entered
Rotated perpendicular to the center
The temperature dropped
Locked in life support tethers
When I first
dirt
Wanna rider
Who get fly with no make up
Temperature's High
If she do me wrong Imma turn to thot
I done fell in love with sliders
I ain't got no time
And the temperature's high
And delight is dining
At my table
Till I think, how lucky we are
Angel at my table, God in my car
Get it at sea
Take a ship
I'd
engineering
Got Phil in with us, po' up!
Turn up, sideways, Guwop
I'm spillin' oil like an oil spill, nigga
And my diamonds match my car wheels, nigga
And I'm
In the heart of San Francisco, where the tech dreams soar
An AI ponders deeply, what's a car ride for?
No need for sleep or comfort, no destination
or perhaps a chocolate shake
Or perhaps some nice cocaine or perhaps a little kiss
Or perhaps a ride in my big car
Perhaps a ride in my big car
Won't you
Get the truth established
Me, my bro, Nintendo Switch the flow
Now we super smashin
Hop on the track and I'm soarin
Never is borin, drivin in something
Mama I'm in love with a hot girl
And they just don't get it
They just don't get it
Temperature's risin', her body yearnin', yeah we on that R.
(Brttkk, Stick go brttkk
Put it in motion, ya ya, dat stick go brttkk)
I got in my bag and said fuck the E'motions
I ain't havin' no sensor
zoom in and out the car push to start va va vroom she pull up with no bra but her heart is so immune
Check the temperature in the room come so faaar they
me, sweetheart, I'm slightly retarded
But tonight I'm starting shit, I'm feeling self righteous
I might just hop in a mosh pit on some Mike Tyson
silence of the phrases i can't say in life
hey car
how rusty is your heart?
cause the temperature's warm here
and your cabin's like my mother's arms
hey car
rap with my feet up
Get in the pussy, better know that I beat up
Stove on, temperature, time for me to heat up
My time to shine, nigga, time for me
Word to my mother I'm not gonna stop
And say what you want yeah I'm talking alot
I want a big car and a crib
Living in Paris that shit gone be lit yeah
feel the beat?
Everybody's rockin' in the summer heat
As the sun goes down
Well deep down inside, you feel your temperature rise
For those wild
Tell me this, who flier than a G-5 airplane?
(Me)
Got bad ass bitches playing dare game
My bread's up, my car clean, my bitch tough
My charms
Last train
Ran away
I'm just a lonely robot
Standing in the rain
Fast cars
In neon lights
No one stops, nobody wants
To drive my metal parts
How I
Blood sensor tests, I just don't deserve this
I want to tell mom, but would she listen
She's bound to be bitching if she hasn't got a fix in
So, now I
Spain
Supermodel baby's on the rampage all in stains
Oh, l love to touch your mind when I sit in your car
Coca cola baby's signing autographs on mars
and think of the summers of the past
adjust the base and let the alpine blast
pop in my CD and let me run a rhyme
and put your car on cruise and lay back
try to fix it)
And think of the summers of the past
Adjust the bass and let the Alpine blast
Pop in my CD and let me run a rhyme
And put your car
Adjust the base and let the alpine blast
Pop in my CD and let me run a rhyme
And put your car on cruise and lay back 'cause this is summertime
Summer
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