Lyrics:
The messiah on their knees
Beg the wind, beg the tree
Beg the bug for mercy
Motor spirit, dragon race
Burning cars, outer space
Petrol king, abdicate
payday
Your life or your ride ain't shit to me, hey
Put the shawty to the window
On the passenger side (Get out the car)
Best to hop up out the seat
motor-car''
Where once stood oil-rigs so phallic
There's only swear-words in gaelic
To say at the broadford bazaar.
All kinds of people come down for
motor-car''
Where once stood oil-rigs so phallic
There's only swear-words in Gaelic
To say at the Broadford bazaar.
All kinds of people come down for
Switch up the flow again, yeah, yeah (switch it)
Flyer than a parachute, grippin' that pole again
I'm on that oil again, yeah, yeah
Candy in the cup,
let me get in the car seat
God made my mine like A motor
I like to local my motor
I don’t give in to these motives
Dodging the cops and the quotas
I pay
I make the cadillac swerve
Left hand gripping the wood grane wheel
Right hand up her skirt
My passenger is whine fine
I got fine dimes all across
""I totally drained all the oil out of the car. It's bone dry"". I go, ""Beautiful, get that oil out of there. Hate that shit"".
I was making
motor
With my car on every road, I'll take the power
But if yours excelled my car, I'll buy a bigger!
I want some gasoline
And much oil for my car
Does
Hang on St. Christopher through the smoke and the oil
Buckle down the rumble seat and let the radiator boil
Got an overhead downshift
transmission
Then give you the oil
I don't care what the people think
I got to put a tiger in your tank
Your motor's popin' needs a listen to
One thing I
Why am I shopping for project car
When I got project car
Next to a project car
If front of a project truck
Cuz I don't give a
Why am I shopping for
rich like the great gastby
They thought the streets
Gassed me
Up rumors of taking meth
Lies nasty
When I was driving
Passengers taxi
Regular car service
wrastle the fangs off of my fist
Flood a little soldier blood over the ogre acres
On some holiday in Cambodia with motor home appraisers
Pagans fade into
in your car
Swervin' on the road
There was a cop in the bushes
On radar patrol
The light turned green
And you decided to stop
It turned red
You
in your car
Swervin' on the road
There was a cop in the bushes
On radar patrol
The light turned green
And you decided to stop
It turned red
You
I got a brand new car
And I like to drive real hard
I got a brand new car
And I'm feeling good so far
Take her on the highway for a little
transmission
Then give you the oil
I don't care what the people think
I got to put a tiger in your tank
Your motor's popin' needs a listen to
One thing I
car jamming
Music on the speakers
My legs are getting weaker
As I’m checking under her hood
Oil needs a top up
Motor needs a spark plug
Makes her
you mean dawg?
Ever since that mothafuckin car hit you
Somethin' been wrong with you
You been a bit whistle off
Tempo ever since you
Popped out
car
But by the time I left I was short of breath and brokenhearted (there she was)
There she was, bent over a motor,
Dirty cap with a pony tail that sat
up in the car then I start the motor (Oo)
Going for a drive, Imma take it slower (Yuh)
Thinking 'bout life as I'm getting older
Thought I'd get warmer
yeah
Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah
Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah
Came to get an oil-change for my girlfriends car
But by
My uncle has a country place
That no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm
Before the Motor Law
And now on Sundays, I elude the eyes
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