Lyrics:
pick-me-up
No pick-up truck
For kids down on they luck
But some keep actin' tough
Big bluffs
Like I ain't get them out that rut
They bad at
Fisticuffs
They
could learn what's what
Show you the difference from a dub and a duck
I'm tryna' upgrade that coop to the truck
Not space for kids extra space to fuck
The scene was a small roadside cafe
The waitress was sweeping the floor
Two truck-drivers drinking their coffee
And two okie-kids by the door
How
wherehouse aroma
Cat turds and horse drops your face went into a coma
Exterminating houses, with fifty mouses, diapers and kids
Drivin trucks for the roach
lil bitch
Trynna pull the new rolly off my wrist
Got a Benz truck, whip for the kid
23 a mogul with this shit, that's forreal
Business on business
back how things used to be
I wanna stop this century
If I live for a hundred years
Trucks smashing
Kids crashing
We're all just slaves
Start
and hula-hoops
Then we all bought BMW's and brand new pickup trucks
And we watched John Kennedy die one afternoon
Kids of the baby boom
It was a time of new
we'll build us a house with a white picket fence,
Trade in the truck for a van full of kids,
Live and laugh and love faithfully,
Why don't we?
Did
to keep it on the road
It's been goin' on for years
Boy gets a truck, truck gets a girl
Girl gets a midnight feeling he's the one, one night turns
The scene was a small roadside café
The waitress was sweepin' the floor
Two truck drivers drinkin' their coffee
And two okie kids by the door
do anything else for me,
Just do this for me brother,
Come on home, boy.
I was haulin' this hay to Uncle Joe's farm,
Thought of us barefoot kids in
a slut
I got death threats filling up semi-trucks
Tell me who I am, guess I don't have a choice
All because I liked
I'm a hot topic on your tongue
I'm
to the next big city
Okay, jump off the exit
Truck stop, rest stop, next stop Texas
Caravan like a wild west show
I don't care, man, as long as we go
My
and hula-hoops
Then we all bought BMW's and brand new pickup trucks
And we watched John Kennedy die one afternoon
Kids of the baby boom
It was a time of new
far
God knows all the stories it can tell
I got a Silverado for sale
Don't you think there's a wild-eyed teenage kid
Workin' hard all summer just
home and it was just us kids
He had a dozen roses and a bottle of wine
If he was lookin' to surprise us, he was doin' fine
I heard him cry for mama up
beer on the other
Ain't no shame in a blue collar forty,
Little house, little kid, little small town story
If you don't ever do anything else for me,
back with a smile
Stop and look for a little while
Oh, it's plain to see
The only thing missing is me
That's my house and that's my car
That's my
hear?)
Dumping tracks for the kids who truck for better funk
Man the wait was kind of brutal, but still it's the vibe
Ever cheering for the hip hop cause
glows on her fist 'cause she made hits
Even got a Lamb truck just for the kids, all black with the tint
Rad with the lifestyle, play a couple shows
up like a dump truck
We're looking for a high girl we don't give a fuck
[Verse]
Shorty I might be your first but I will not be your worst
And if
don't matter who era
2019 open doors for the kid
Rolls truck cold, got doors like a fridge
No lies told, it's a fact where I live
Brooklyn team wear
home and it was just us kids
He had a dozen roses and a bottle of wine
If he was lookin' to surprise us, he was doin' fine
I heard him cry for mama up
cup of coffee
For it is the best in the land
I'll put a quarter in the jukebox
And play the truck drivin' man
I climbed up inside my old semi
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