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think
Drag racing my little red sports car
I'm not unhinged or unhappy, I'm just wild

I'm on the run with you, my sweet love
There's nothing wrong

Drinkin' Town with a Football Problem

Billy Currington

Summer Forever

2015

Hey y'all, hey y'all, hey, hey y'all

Barhoppers, churchgoers
Marlboro Light smokers
Blue collar, red voters
Population 1,009

Past year's

Lost in the Flood

Bruce Springsteen

Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J.

1973

he's got "Bound for Glory" 
In red, white and blue flash paint
He leans on the hood telling racing stories
The kids call him Jimmy the Saint
Well,

he's got "Bound for Glory" 
In red, white and blue flash paint
He leans on the hood telling racing stories
The kids call him Jimmy the Saint
Well,

School Uniforms [Live from Fuji Rocks]

The Wombats

A Guide to Love, Loss & Desperation

2007

in school

She got an older boyfriend (how could she?)
Had a beard
Smoked Marlboro red
How can I compete with that? (how can he?)
I don't even

Paradise

Logic

The Incredible True Story

2015

for thought, my school ain't tought me good
No one greedy inside my hood
But a tablespoon of this baking soda gon' make it good, like it should
That's

Dash, speed racing
I got yellow xannies so this
School bus speed racing, ayy
Phone steady chirping hit the
Road with Speed Racer
Face a hundred

Roseta Stoned

Tool

10,000 Days

2006

One? They chose me?
And I didn't even graduate from fuckin' high school

You better
You better
You better
You better listen

When he looked right

should've seen her face when,  I came out of the closet

In a red neck tie,  made out of Christmas lights
In my old school overalls painted with a racing

This that food for thought, my school ain't tought me good
No one greedy inside my hood
But a tablespoon of this baking soda gon' make it good, like it

Pass me a longneck bottle
Pass me some Marlboro smokes
Put on some Led Zep vinyl, on a 69 philco
Pass me the King James Bible; remember the Golden

Running on Fumes

Upchurch

King of Dixie

2017

Open road, a Winnebago
A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo, let's go
Just hope that my dreams ain't running on fumes
But if they are I'll let 'em

Uh
Young Money (w-w-well done)
O-o-o-kay
Its too many bitches too many n-ggas hating
Red seat racing now my car name satan
Real simple you a bitch I

the only one
Only one
Only one
Only one

Flipping patties on the juice
You're still in debt from back in school
And it's killing me, co-signs
Signatures, red

school kids on old brick stoops
Raspberry gin and fresh cut lime
And marlboro reds and dry white wine
And birthday gifts from the dollar store
And having

school.

You'd better...
You'd better...
You'd better...
You'd better listen.

Then he looked right through me
With somniferous almond eyes
Don't even know

Want a Patek on my wrist that's luminescent yeah 
Ain't had to go to school to learn this lesson yeah
Yeah I stay  Counting up  my blessing yeah

liquor till i drove into da sea
Just give me three packs of Marlboro smooths and some fire ass weed
It can be reggie with red hairs mid grade or some kush

the pavement 
Yeah it's two in the morning but my thoughts racing 
Old school coupe clean color Caucasian
I can feel it in the air I see your hesitation 
Got

heads

Grocery store like
Beavis and Butthead
Austin didn't smoke
But my eyes were bloodshot red

I am Cory Cascella and
I egged cars in high school

Missing tooth
Drop out of school
Stuck with no future and no roof
Suburban town
Leaves fade to brown
Temperature quickly racing down
Went for a ride
4000

husband
Sneaking a Marlboro Ultra Light I stole from a nurse out there in the alley
Halfway home is where the heart is and I'm halfway home

White

what's wrong and it's killing me

I cut so many off, my heart cold, it's December, B
My mind keep racing, I been overthinking, I don't get no sleep
You

tunnels and maybe a batcave
When we play with our matchbox cars

And Mom says its a school night
But she knows where we're going to be all night...
Racing