Lyrics:
and soapbox cars
Banging tunes on a junk guitar
No worries about how to pay
The sandman so he goes away
The girls we love in silence know
When you're eleven,
While the wise men and women appear not to know
That impossible comes in unfortunate dreams
And the parable tells of a man on the street
Soapbox car
It's blasphemy
To think that I won't pop
Really gonna hustle hard and it won't stop
Gotta pull up to the block with a cold drop
Whole fit to the car
up as she rang you up
and avoided confrontation
but you didn’t even notice
you just carried on your conversation
i brought it up in the car
and i
bought a car 'twas a low slung Thunderwing
It moved like the sun of the dawn
My little baby she's a tip-a-toed vamp rider
She moves like the sun
bought a car, was a low slung Thunderwing
It moved like the sun of the dawn
My little baby, she's a tip a toed vamp rider
She moved like the sun
Fish ain't bitin', then son keep fishin'
Always drink upstream from your cattle
Be aware of cars and women
They run cold and hot
Sometimes you get it
you
Tryna race a soapbox
And even if I'm broke, dog
I'd rather have no job than no heart wale!
Flow retarded
I need to wipe the slob after every bar
you
Tryna race a soapbox
And even if I'm broke, dog
I'd rather have no job than no heart wale!
Flow retarded
I need to wipe the slob after every bar
to cope!
It's not always good just to get by
Who's coverin' ya stakes when ya bet high?
You're cha-sin', cars, clothes and rocks
Identify with the goods
to say, fool
'Cause who you think paid for that suit you wearin'?
Or that new McLaren?
Or the car that your grandma drive?
Ain't you used to sharin'?
Along this desert plain
Pollute
The Air
And god
Knows where
All to just complain
We stand
Upon
Our soapbox tall
But now we never bathe
To save
This land
it
Get it get it throwing paper for the coochie
Slapping Gucci, rockin' Gucci
Give her Gucci, get’s the pussy
Redder in the bed or in the car
Whippin
on a soapbox,
from the place where they smoke lots,
and don’t ask for pictures,
and trade looks for like whole blocks,
and pause sunday to pass a scripture,
'bout cars without any seatbelts
Just another evening of Fogerty and Morrison
Just another evening of Hip and Roy Orbison
Just another evening of Boomer
And this ain't no soapbox but believe
That every song nowadays sound the same
I might as well have my iPhone on repeat
Yo Oohzee
When's the next release
Well
the way you slashed all my tires
I miss the way
That you left a scar when you went too far and scratched me like you meant it
No one else can drive my car
And a soapbox like a hot shot
Hit a weak spot and a lost thought
Got sent off with a response I once heard in a bar
I had it up to here once I stepped into my car
to the wayside
Running on empty
Crashing in car rides
Get off your soapbox
Tomorrow will be better
Give me a smile I don't need a lecture
Joints in the alley
Pull on up
To the soapbox stool
Let me tell ya some stories
About how life can be cruel
I had big dreams
But they turned to dust
I need another
are fought
to the soapbox and the barstools wherethe battle is lost
hands down patriot
on a single serving benefit
choose your cars on the way
a hole in my head
Dogs in cars chasin' big fat cats
Butterflies on speed changing into rats
Down on Faith Farm
Prechin' from my soapbox, high
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