Lyrics:
Station Wagons are my favorite things Cus they're made of wood paneling, Paneling, wood paneling, Wood paneling paneling. Station wagons aremy
your white paneling, green trim, open door Haven't felt like going back Just isn't the same since Gary passed Standing at the cliffside, red cups
the paneling He rambling then he turned off the body cam Fell to his knees palms pressed Blood on the leather free seats I'm praying Jesus take away all
the paneling He rambling then he turned off the body cam Fell to his knees palms pressed Blood on the leather free seats I'm praying Jesus take away all
the one I sold last year, heavily modified The interior paneling, thin enough to be cardboard but pressed from coarser bits, was styled To appear like
bullet-proof paneling Ya'll niggas got it twisted, huh? That liquor up into to you, charged That truth come out when you drunk Your ass won't make it
F.O.I. Ayo hoe! Doc be keepin' a dope show like Marilyn Manson the handgun be stashed in the paneling Jersey drop son, watch me whip it like midget
F.O.I. Aiyyo hoe! Doc be keepin' a dope show like Marilyn Manson the handgun be stashed in the paneling Jersey drop son, watch me whip it like midget
damping Dancing in a line of four wheel drives we lamping The [unknown] arms length up in the draw paneling Or unraveling the truth on how niggas remain
whole shit, feel your clothes dampeing Dancing in a line of four wheel drives we lamping The ? arms length up in the draw paneling Or unraveling the truth
bullet-proof paneling Ya'll niggas got it twisted, huh? That liquor up into to you, charged That truth come out when you drunk Your ass won't make it
the rose bush was gone Because they had done something, put some paneling up We go back, first time the house looks great And they sell it The next time
almost see your breath. When you pulled away, station-wagonesque, wood-paneling pain. Stare at the sun as it's passing you by and changing your life just
battling ignorance Badder than bad in the battling ring Climbing the ladder is faster when corruption’s mastered Propaganda plastered on the wall paneling
will I do when they find you Resting beneath the cake I made on Sunday So sick and sweet Mahogany-built paneling By Modern Coffin Engineering Frames
and Allgood Was the Scottdale City where living was all good Where you see an Oldsmo with paneling all wood And the driver of the whip was off to big thangs
art, and my name's pride and while my destiny reads the recipe for confusion, I'm lookin for whoever writes so empty inside As the paneling comes
inexorably rattling Close your eyes and you can feel what I'm channeling Keep em closed and you see what I'm paneling The way that I'm handling So peace Peace
Laughter in an empty bar Is music for old friends Echoing off paneling As we see who's coming in The day's last sunlight shines Golden on new lofts
Examine me exactly as the image that I'm paneling Dismantling those so called 2-dimensional Rappers deemed and they seem to do intentional Me, I don't hide
doo doo Bada doo doo bada doo Bada doo doo doo Wood paneling with candles lit Floating notes with fur elise Lost in the eye of the storm tonight Lost
floating thru portals Soft leather interior, cherry wood paneling Skinny tires rotate, with batmobile handling Butterscotch vixen, passenger side sitting
Pull back the paneling And see the city inside Where the ghostly Machines reside Your fingerprints are all over the glass Nothing but traces
blue lights paneling Baffling the fact that I’m actually rambling Things go wrong All the time But it's up to us to go fix it Thing go right All
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