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in
Highway through the hills to the horizon
I wanna feel that free again 

The harder that I try
The faster time slips by
And I can't seem to steady my

You’ve been begging for a vacation you’ve had aspirations of a destination you wanna go together
I'll be honest with you works been hard can barely

Four by fours, rev 'em on up
A brand new Ford or a bucket of rust
Backroads are calling, calling all trucks

I know a place where ain't no car

of talking heads who think they know the score
I can’t take any more

I don’t need to hear what’s on the radio
Doesn’t tell me anything that I didn’t know

undone

There's no other way to put it
I don't wanna let you out of my sight
Can we slow it down for a minute
Ease it up and bring it down to 5

Because

lalala
Alors bougez ce cul magnifique
Ooh lala la la
Ma petite lala lalala
Alors bougez ce cul magnifique

Chug it in one go
you know you only wanna

die, ain't nobody gonna remember you)
When you die, ain't nobody gonna remember you

If you don't know me by now, I don't want you to
None of your

Time Setting off
Could spend your days down feeling lost
Shy, Alone, But on
Slow Motion Bullets fly from the gun
Fm Radio
Bumping fuck the cable dose

of girl I like. I wanna read it in a magazine how do you like the new york times. Like a fun fact on the radio you never get the perfect start. And when

shit and mumble rap
Pop by nature and tune
Then one day on his own
He found a radio
And listened to classic rock
McCartney, Lennon
Waters, and Dylan

There she was in her blue corduroys
I fell into a trance
She's my Helen of Troy
My heart radios buzz
She knows when she walks by
She's got my soul

Sinds dat ik deel maak van het spel
Niemand durft tegen mij in een duel
I'm man of word only waarheid wat ik zeg
Buying the waggies en de ganoes van

Standby to get some
First thing when a revolution happens
They take over the radio stations
'Cause they wanna get right into the thoughts

I know that everyday just feel the same
And tomorrow bring that brighter day
They say if you don't lose then you can't gain
For progression that's

Stoner grandpas
Growing pot
In growing pots
Wanna smoke
He knows a spot
Bus drivers
Flat tires
On the road to
Being tired
Wild fires
Funeral pyres
Commit

laced
One bad batch, one time that's all it takes
I know Chris didn't wanna die and it was a mistake

We laid him to rest up there next to daddy
Up

It's trilly Phils How I feel 
Tatted on my arm for real
Chill know the drill
Pussy kill off a pill
Ask what's the deal only time her lips sealed

And the radio is methadone
Do a buck thirty 
on the coast of Galapagos
Not getting shot from dirty cops
Not the way I wanna go
dinner served from dirty pots

certain
Too perverted to mention
In a class by myself like internal suspension
I'm terminal
Spreading through your chest and ribs
'til the song's stuck in

societies
Hand signs and pyramids
They wanna target minorities
Black people and Mexicans
I'm blinded by the color of my bandanna
And then we wonder
Why

He don't wanna feel that way no more
But he felt like that again
You otta know by now how this might end
'cause you wrote it

There were trials

the two would meet?

Now that you caught my DJ's act
Can I dog it? yeah dog it
Man, I'm doggin' the wax
'Cause I think it's 'bout time
You all should know

Waitin on Hank

Dry County

Waitin' on Hank

What the hell's really going on these days
Who called for the no balls radio craze
I don't turn the damn thing on much anymore

JC was the last

I'm from a city where everyone claims
They never wanna live in
Many suburb boys and girls who
Are always quick to dissin'
But I'mma hold it down