Lyrics:
the ass so fat make me wanna dive in it
I gotta jackhammer, I'ma pile drive in it
Take a dap 'fore I stab, feeling my heart in it
It's not my fault that
And yeah
It drives me mad but it's
All I can find
Eating up my time
Wasting all your life
But I can't help it
It's alright, I'm okay
By my side, in my way
Thinking about you
It's a long lonely drive
To where I'm from
The miles they roll by
One by one
Seen these exit signs
About a hundred times
It never makes it
We ain't playing motherfucker
Yea you know we been legit
We out here trading bars like
You think we've been in gyms
We ain't out here playing cards
Walker Drive
Sam Walker Drive
Fighting to stay alive
6 outta 10
Ain't raised by they mom or pops
Target the parents
This cycle has to stop
Heroin addicts
assume it, all the shit I'm in tune with
Give me two minutes, I'll put an end to the critics
Fair weather fans and cynics, I'm better with analytics
walk by (by), so eff a drive (drive)
I swing up in it, batting average is half as
Good as Reggie Jackson's, that's why you talk backwards
And, uh,
sleeping in constructs of my design
I turn around and fight to save my life
Stare into its deep, black deathless eyes
Paralyzed by fear and clenching flames
British Fields
Words & Music by Irina Millbery
Who draws these pictures
Of British fields?
They show the magic
Of Mother Nature.
I see, I feel, I
sound like a drive by
keep chicks moving
heat keep them open
put em in the mood and they leave something broken
D.J set the scene to it in the club
Taking these drives all by myself
Head on the swivel no shell
All of these drives by myself
All of these drives by myself
And I couldn't survive by
Okay this is contradictial
My movie by the pixel
See the rear view of my mental
Speak in my description come confusion in my temple
Psyched out by
If she's going out tonight
I might just drive on by
I keep that bitch inside
I keep that bitch in line
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Fuck am I doing I really
Northern Califoolya got the talent
Play mindgames and talk slick and slide in
That's why the P's be poppin' and the mackin' be multiplyin'
[Chorus]
Me
of Vodka as we forget time
Let's clean up the Chevy so we can ride by
Quick piece of pussy call it a drive by
I'ma slide by sipping on that high life
dragged out inside a plastic pendulum
Of cash and all the evil plastic men
Will you rise to the occasion or go back to bed
It's black magic in action
know I'll see you again someday
I'd meet ya down in Georgia
Or drive to the coastline
Wherever I would meet ya
Just to see your eyes meet mine
I don't
On the side of the street
We'll head out
Out of town
We can go east bound
Or we can drive all night
Highway 99
Ignore the sign
Get caught by a bird
Get in line
in one do tour make 'em sick with no cure,
As she sits by da bar she sips cristy,
In the mist of da party,
They bump hits by J.D.,
Da B-R-A-T, we
they tremble on the edge of the bed
Or do you fold them neatly by your head
Do they clench like claws against your own skin
When you're living your
Don't you know know know
What you're doin' to me
Only you drive me wild
You're my ecstasy
Can't you tell
By the look in my eyes
That
what this really means
Really means
I, I, think you want be a
You, you, want to feel some
We need to be something more
But we both know where
Drive by
slip, I'll whip
Cuz homeboy, ya slippin'
I understand that music calms the savage beast
But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece
Don't worry, I'm sure I can get it by Minnesota
Would it really be the end of the world to check out California
Girl, I'm lookin to you
You drive away my
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