Lyrics:
on Bootleg Gasoline
Bootleg Gasoline
Yeah that's right
It's a lot better than that crap you get at the Mobile station
And cheaper too
Oh yeah
Bootleg Gasoline
get back home
Cause if love is being his accomplice
She'd rather be alone
She pulls in at a mobile station
Whispers, babe you just wait right there
He
Pippen
Had it bumping at the Mobile station
Went from bottom rung up to the cultivation
Knew I had it had to hold my patience
Got me reminiscing that’s
TDE though
Shoot it out for opportunity I had to reload
And then I pull up to the mobile station
And saw the neighborhood crip who woke up the nation
and down and out and makin' time
With anything that comes my way
Staggered to the Greyhound station
L.A. means my destination
Put me on that dog, take
Caught a whiff of aromas
Absorbing most of the odor
Bitch I'm cold I'm a soldier
Remote control for the moment
They tuning in to Gates gas station
Boost
you think I got this guitar that you're hearing today? ey!
Call fire at the mobile station at Alamedas and Anahiem,
Its, ah, flaming up good
10-4
at the mobile gas station.
His 9 went click, your 9 went clack.
Miss Daisy tried to run but got a shell in her back.
The explanation for this he must was
tourists
I am a local
So bad at driving y'all should be immobile
Coughing so bad a disposable
(That's bad for you)
Hit the station hitting up that mobile
Oh
V1) They don't make pain like they used to, eighty thousand mobile phones
And twenty seven TV stations radiating through my bones
CH) Now it's death
did we look like we could fly
I staggered to the Greyhound station
L.A. ma'am my destination
Put me on that dog take me away
I got them mobile blues
Ford
The drivers broke down and
A young girl screams
Walking through rock dreams
Tall stories
Mobile T.V. radio
Nobody came
The station is
This radio station was named Kowalski
In honor of the last American hero to whom
Speed means freedom of the soul
The question is not when he's
This radio station was named kowalski,
In honour of the last american hero to whom
Speed means freedom of the soul.
The question is not when he's
rides like a bus station
See my phone ringin', see my diamonds danglin'
See the bitches blinkin', blue c-notes,
All of 'em singin', blue c-notes
All
a lot of bitches, every day of the week
I'm like a mobile , filled up the hydroelectric station , you're like kin-kong climbed on my tower and did not
Ford
The drivers broke down and
A young girl screams
Walking through rock dreams
Tall stories
Mobile T.V. radio
Nobody came
The station is
This radio station was named Kowalski
In honor of the last American hero to whom
Speed means freedom of the soul
The question is not when he's
This radio station was named Kowalski,
In honour of the last American hero to whom,
Speed means freedom of the soul.
The question is not when
and down and out and makin' time
With anything that comes my way
Staggered to the Greyhound station
L.A. ma'am my destination
Put me on that dog take me
all to feel underdressed, impressed?
This party is finished, give us xanax and fifteen minutes
I had my alibi tight that night
And change the station
Dixie was the pride of Alabama
I met her on a lonesome midnight train
Rollin' slowly out of Union Station
She was staring out the window at the rain
This radio station was named Kowalski
In honor of the last American hero to whom
Speed means freedom of the soul
The question is not when he's
Blippi!
ACTIVATE BLIPPI STATION
CHORUS
Let’s go for a spin
In the Blippi mobile
It can fly with its wings
It can grab anything
And if the road runs out it
Discuss these Mobile Station 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