Lyrics:
pulse into overdrive
Dominate me
Leave me black and blue
My heart's unlocked
It only beats for you
My blood is pumping fire, motor oil, and gasoline
Cuz
fish
Motor oil
C'est la vie
Gassing up my 90's bitch
When he fucks
On the floor
Yeah,
She only want the cord
Dog, we mob
BnE
Come to rob us of our
Bitch
gettin hot I can feel the pot boil
How he say he yo brotha he ain't gon ride for you
I pull up wit dark tint look like motor oil
Okay I'm a on that flash
deathroll
Flamethrower
Flame, thrower
Flame, throw a flame
Flamethrower
Flame, thrower
Flame, throw a flame
I drink lakes of motor oil
I engulf
that?
My stetson hat
My stetson hat
What you think about that?
Oh, Holy ghost anoint me
With blood and motor oil
Yeah holy ghost anoint me
With blood
I'm a lumen for you
I just keep on grinding never stop like a motor oil
Fuck it I guess we can never make things work out
They just got me magnify
Well there is fruit ripe from the wicked soil
And see I aim to pick it thou shall toil
My heart pumps motor oil
Her feral stare beseech thy mortal
ride me like no tomorrow(No tomorrow)
I sip on that tech
Double cup of that motor oil
I drip wit the best I was born to ball
Blacc Gucci bag fulla bag
they do it?
I'm tryna figure it out"
Sipping on motor oil, dirty-ass cup
Almost look like brown
We ain't folding at all, gotta stay up
Gotta hold my
keep it like that?
And we never look back
Fill it up, motor oil like that
Butter bomb and you light it like that
Throw it over your shoulder like
He was wipin' motor oil off her dipstick
She was pullin' on the hair that
Got caught in her lipstick
And with the smell of her perfume
He forgot
there's some spirit I used to know
That's been drowned out by the radio
They say a watched pot won't ever boil
You can't raise a baby on motor oil
A Corvair with no floorboards, a Gibson Hummingbird
Driving south to the mouth of the riversong
Patchouli oil and motor oil
And you knew all the words
Olivia you ready for spice mass
Nothing hill for the jab jab
Boy bring your baby oil mix with motor oil
Tar molasses mud and charcoal
Early hours
keeps big daddy happy?
What makes the buzzard buzz?
A leaky quart of motor oil
"Head for the hills"
Don't stop now
Don't stop now
We pulled into
drinking heartbreak motor oil and Bombay gin
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Straight from the bottle, twisted again
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Well, I take
He was wipin' motor oil off her dipstick
She was pullin' on the hair that got caught in her lipstick
And with the smell of her perfume he forgot
keeps big daddy happy?
What makes the buzzard buzz?
A leaky quart of motor oil
"Head for the hills"
Don't stop now
Don't stop now
We pulled into
all your gears, toying
With your motor, oil you up
You shine when you strut
Pressing on your pedal till we
Wake the neighbors up
You my chrome grilled
quality
(Ooh ooh)
My brothеr down on the ground, better
I'm smoking motor oil, not the best of me
(Oh yeah) i'm got it in my destiny
You're supposed to be
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Verse1:
My heart like the motor of a Porsche
Instead of motor oil my motor flowing sauce You heard me talk about my pain and the loss,
of something clever
you were saying nothing whatsoever
I saw the berries throw their hooks into the soil
felt the blood between us churning thick as motor oil
the cityscapes
Rub that motor oil on your face
Get down, it's time to prove your faith
I wanna be known when I die
Cuz the champagne motor bike starts to rev and
I
drinking heartbreak motor oil and Bombay gin
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Straight from the bottle, twisted again
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Well, I take
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