Lyrics:
me cry.
up to leeds drunk again this band will play for you songs that make no sense to the happy smiling few walking down fleetwood road drinking
cause the Fleetwood has been stolen
Campbellton Road is open, the B-I-G has spoken
Cause it's like this
I got these thoughts, similar to the ones in
Watching movies from the '50's
Seven Samurai
Always looking for attention
Look at me
You're so far behind
Taking Polaroid pictures
Playing Fleetwood
me
Let's play music on the road
And see who joins
Leave behind the old suburbs and towns
Live life on the breeze
With love and ease
Just like Fleetwood
Silver surfer I'm always on my wave
Listen to Fleetwood Mac and go your own way
Can't be someone on road just 'cause it's paved
And please don't act
to change my circumstances for good
She don't throw it back even though she could
Looking for some cheesy Mac like it's Fleetwood
You called me your friend I
on to Fleetwood Mac
It's what I have, not what I had
Yeah the song comes on and I sing out loud
And there ain't no road that I can't go down
And I don't think
changed
Cooler than most players claim to be
A nigga that's from the A-Town see
The home of the Bankhead Bounce, Campbellton Road and other city streets
changed
Cooler than most players claim to be
A nigga that's from the A-Town see
The home of the Bankhead Bounce, Campbellton Road and other city streets
Let's take the long way home
Love is burning slowly
Down this country road, tonight
Make a left by the corner store
Go somewhere we've never
to my roots
Yeah I been glued to my shoes
On the road, on the road
On the road, moving until I could do it blindfold
Shots to my head to forget all my
this on my playlist
I got a song for my people on back home
And when I'm missing them I turn it up
And one or two for a two lane back road
Out
a movement from the corner of my eye
It's my passenger out a hunting, it attacks a tangled fly
It's my spider, my hitch-hiker on the road
It's my spider,
Use to drive a beat up Chevy and a broke down ragged Ford
Played a million one night gigs on the lonesome road
But now I'm crusin' and I ain't
hallow
Shadow adolescence and a gaggle of them bitches
Road to the riches still paved with the ditches
Get caught up in the hype, your career is for
Coming up shit was tuff visions of some millions trying to run it up got to get up
Off these dirt road poverty had a nigga in the choke hold liquor
Two doors on it
Everytime I drive with the moonlight all I see is shadows like the streets are haunted
No Fleetwood, darn it
Yeah this Honda Civic
Wild like the road
Sticks or stones won't break your bones
Our song plays on the radio
clways appearing so fine
Patient for you to get home
Yeah I
Red Rolls, Fleetwood hoes
Can't believe it, when they see them twenty fo's, believe it
My ham and cheese the freshest
Now what I'm talkin bout? I
And let me touch your thighs (Touch the pussy)
While we roll, I promise to keep my eyes on the road
While I'm touching that sweet, sweet love
To your
And let me touch your thighs (Touch the pussy)
While we roll, I promise to keep my eyes on the road
While I'm touching that sweet, sweet love
To your
hallow
Shadow adolescence and a gaggle of them bitches
Road to the riches still paved with the ditches
Get caught up in the hype, your career is for
Smoking hella reefer this shit ain't the cheapest i be smoking loud word to Wiz Khalifa
(I be smoking loud word to Wiz Khalifa)
86 fleetwood brougham
They took that shit to johnny dang put that shit in they mouth
I just came from Louisiana in a fleetwood lac
I just sold them niggas shit that'll put
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