Lyrics:
privacy
Why you in my privacy
Why you always in my privacy
Why you always watching wherever I go
Reason for the blacked out windows
Doors with the codes,
the likes on pics
Dashboard darling
Fresh whip
Creme de la creme fresh
Night snaps with the lights luminescent
Her phones hanging out the window side
Views
lock on me
Driveway got the foreigns in it
I whipped up a 'Rari, caught lil shawty off a backboard
Peek out the window with that K like Malcolm X was
young
Bad girls do it well
My chain hits my chest
When I'm banging on the dashboard
My chain hits my chest
When I'm banging on the radio
Get
I think there's blood on the dashboard of this old school
Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh
I think there's blood
young
Bad girls do it well
Chain hits my chest
When I'm banging on the dashboard
My chain hits my chest
When I'm banging on the radio
Get back,
make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise
My windows down, my seat back, my music up when we ride
Her legs up on my dashboard, and that's just
She got her Boots On The Dashboard
There's still some life left in the old Ford
Let's get outta town for awhile
Windows down and turn up the dial
We can
hustlers, baby boy, shavin' raw
In and out of rentals, windows down
With the A-C on
You may be right or you may be wrong
But either way
I'm ridin' wit'chu
Four pm drivin' down this damn interstate
Another nose to the grind stone
It's a wasted day
Rolled down my window
Throwed out my cigarette
I caught
make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise
My windows down, my seat back, my music up when we ride
Her legs up on my dashboard, and that's just
bad news toward student loan payments
Oh woah
The only way to grow is let go
You can stare in my window if you want to
Privacy's for the birds
Basic
1984, big big brother is watching you, big big brother is watching you, it's an intolerable envision of privacy
Big big brother
Watching you, big big
taste like candy
Back in the day we were wild and free
She was my dashboard drummer
Butterflies in the backseat
Little footprints on my window
Cruising in the whip
Bands dance on the dashboard
Wanderlust lips, got stamps on the passport
Act like you know me, I don't think that you do
I
I got a bullet with your name on it
You 'bout to have a hoodie with a motherfucking stain on it
Dashboard with your brain on it
Motherfucking
I had tinted windows on my first car,
We used to park out by the reservoir.
We had the water, radio and the stars,
Never had to worry our friends
I'm ridin' 'round with the windows up
Doin' a hundred on the dashboard
Feelin' like can't nobody catch me
Headed to the top, baby, full speed
I said
out the window
Miles 'til we got where we need to go
Toeprints up on the dashboard
Take them seats lean them back more
Looking up through
society killing me quietly
What's the price to live life with some privacy
And I know society killing me quietly
Step outside there's a rise in anxiety
I
the things U should not see
U been snoopin' round my dirty laundry
Peepin' thru my window, into my privacy
Off White Cadillac
All my windows tinted black
Privacy, I'm liking that
Push to start, I hit the gas
Speeding too fast down the back street
Spitting
(Playmakers)
Ooh, ooh
Bangin' her back like, backbone (backbone)
Keep me some racks in the dashboard (hey)
New window tint, left it fishbowl
our days of glory
Back when the air guitars were the only sound
And you'd strum the chords and I'd put the pedal down
Two-man dashboard band
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