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And freight yards full of old black men
And the grave-yards of the rusted automobiles
Good-Morning America, how are you?
Say don't you
I love the way it feels
To sit behind the wheel
Of a brand new automobile
I love the way
A song can start to play
And take you back to younger days
towns that have no name
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
Singin', "Good morning America, how are ya?"
the love we had?
Does a day go by like a memory?
Do you ever try to remember me
In an automobile or a crowded bar?
Well, I hope you're alright where
never rode in an automobile
Until the day Junior died
Out in the distance, on Bayou LaFouche
A mud boat sounds just like the old African Queen
I got no chill, chill
I keep it trill
600 horse in the automobile
I caught 'em slippin like banana peel
I got no chill, chill
I keep it trill
I'm
faithful to this money and these Céline goggles
I don't pop bottles, I just cop automobiles full throttle
New engine can't follow, get a jet to Lake Como
cnd there goes the automobile
Don't be the horse and buggy
Be the wheel
Watch the old ways
Fight for survival under
Solemnly sworn
Hands on the Bible,
Bailey won't you please come home.
Bill drove by that door
In an automobile,
A great big diamond, coach and footman
Hear that lady squeal.
He's all
nowhere without pourin' the Tuss' up
Get together in leather and cut it up
Black foreign automobiles, Wakanda
And ain't goin' nowhere, we fuckin' this
bails, fuck a clock
I'm The Wizard, nigga, I can turn the trap into a star
I'm in the real rare, nigga, automobile, that's a double R
I done came out
a crown
Capitol operational
And it wears you down
And it wears you out
Planes, trains and automobiles
Lost notes, lost souls on schedules
Phone calls,
a superstar
(That's what you are)
Your black automobile
You got your blonde at the wheel
And with a big time roll
You try to settle your soul
Standing mean
Aux environs des belles années mille-neuf-cent-dix
Lorsque le monde découvrait l'automobile
Une pauvre femme abandonnée avec ses fils
Par son mari
Now that the truth is just a rule that you can break
I'll shape shift crack the whip waiting for the world to end
I got an automobile on a minimum
and his Roamin Cadillac Church
Ain't no use watchin the road, son
When you ride in his automobile
Cause we're all back seat drivers
And there's nobody
got fancy cars that go real quick but those automobiles ain't worth a lick
If you ain't the one riding by my side
You're my honey pie you're my sweet
viaggiare
ma non dove vai tu
è la cura per me
viaggiare
magari
in automobile
è importante per me
scoprire facce nuove
discussioni
ma dimmi dov’è il clou
Way back when
In the beginning of time
Man made the fire then the wheel
Went from a horse to an automobile
He said, "the world is mine"
He took
for fancy clothes
Yes, give me a pretty woman and a automobile
I will be a happy soul
out my deal, I'm keeping it real
A quarter million, that's my automobile
That thing in my glove, I need'a conceal
Why I gotta rap like this to get
I was born in giant buildings
I grew up in giant buildings
I cut my teeth in giant buildings
Here come the knees
I was raised in automobiles
Learned
I'm on that real shit
I can't even feel this
Shit been looking real
Wake up loading up a teal clip
Had to skip a meal
Mind driving like an automobile
Signore ed un povero cristo malcapitato
Per un viaggio in automobile
Un disastro irreparabile
Un uomo può sol dire di aver vissuto
E chissà quanto per un
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