Lyrics:
when I'd melt
She'd whisper in my ear tonight she really was mine
Get back in front and put some hair oil on
Buddy Holly was singing his very last
and north and there's no place left to go
The Sun Belt's overcrowded so let's annex Mexico
The peso's only worth a dime but they've got all that land
a pornstar to ATL
Louie Goyard belt
Five star hotels
Buy everything on the rack
Buy everything on the shelf
I make you mad, I can tell
Perfect timing
whisper in my ear tonight she really was mine
Get back in front put some hair-oil on
Buddy Holly was singing his very last song
With your arms around you
when I'd melt
She'd whisper in my ear tonight she really was mine
Get back in front and put some hair oil on
Buddy Holly was singing his very last
I grew up impressed by the people I knew
In the buckle of the Bible belt
Hopped in the van with the band
Now I've been just about everywhere else
when I'd melt
She'd whisper in my ear, tonight she really was mine
Get back in front and put some hair oil on
Buddy Holly was singin' his very last
I'll hit you off now with some hot oil lotion
I play it safe so let me break out my Trojan
Leave it to me, baby
We can turn on the heat, baby
share
Getcha oil not my oil!
You must be prepared, He's Comin'!
Do you know He's coming?
What's the timing?
Do you know the timing?
A voice cries in
said "the radiator leaks,
And the timing-belt is worn,
But the heart and soul of this old beat up truck,
Is the dashboard."
"it's seen alot of tan
well off
[Chorus]
Call me crazy shit at least you’re calling
Feels better when you let it out don't it girl
Know its easy to get caught up in
Too many puppies are being shot in the dark.
Too many puppies are trained not to bark.
At the sight of blood that must be spilled so that we may
cracked pins sheared[01:27.72]Rivets popped belts torn[01:31.21]Welds cracked treads worn[01:34.72]Wires frayed pressure gone[01:38.00]Surface warped timing
We fit together like a rack and pinion
It's good to keep a little tension
On the fan belt, timing, suspension
I thought we'd have the world's
man.
I'm making my move, lettin' loose like a belt.
Little worse for wear, but I'm wearing it well.
Tell me what's wrong with a little grind and bump
well off
Call me crazy shit at least you're calling
Feels better when you let it out don't it girl
Know its easy to get caught up in the moment
Conductor in the pit for the car
Honk duet, half-tone harmony from
The sewer rebel youth choir belt
Phrases even newer, dump-truck man
Drops the beat with
said it's a wrap, she still on the set
Puttin' oil on her legs like she Gloria Velez
She was Eye Candy in the XXL
Hopped off the page and on a skateboard
taste her baby pink lipstick
And that's when I'd melt
She'd whisper in my ear
Tonight she really was mine!
Get back in front and put some hair oil
Heavy weights up to the front if the belt fits
The wealth is like ivory toothpicks
One out of each tusk
And must gets bust for each and every hiccup
on the set
Puttin' oil on her legs like she Gloria Velez
She was 'Eye Candy' in the XXL
Hopped off the page and on a skateboard with Pharrell
I knew she
easy
[E40]
Money and muscle
I gotta black belt in hustling
I'm doing my thing
Chain around my neck look like a playground swing
Unit mover
on the cheese
Oozing out the bag
Oozing Oozing
Oozing Oozing
Oil on the paper
Soaking thru the bread
Slide on the cheese
Oozing out the bag
BGS on my belt
Mingler
toy
Take the time to let it melt
While I'm struggling with your belt
Dirty fingers in disguise
Thirsty sparkles in your eyes
Get the coconut oil
I'm not
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