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Black was in the Jeep watchin
All these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun
And yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown cat's through, blazin
the night, as cold as ice
The spirits caught up in the astral sphere
We are the time honoured ghosts of a by gone promise
Damned and Necronomicon bound
Our
on this town, spare me the truth don't let us down
By bakers blvd. It was hot outside again
A few kids were in the water so we all jumped in
Floated
can call me darling,
(oh oh ooh oh!)
in my Aston Martin
(oh oh ooh oh!)
Let's go!
(oh oh ooh oh!)
I love the records playing,
on a late night radio
That girl, she's a party all-nighter,
A little "Funky Cold Medina," little "Strawberry Wine"-er,
That girl, she's a love gunslinger, neon jägerbomb
is the saga of a single mother
That's been provided by a single brother
I had to write it in a single way
So the radio will play it every single day
stopped you is it looked like you were taking a pee over there by that tree, looks to me like public indecency”
“No officer, I was getting a blowjob from
hear you shout at me as you go skating by
We are the champions playing loud on the radio station
Everyone sing along with these anthems of our
Been goin' round and round all day
Bailin' some hay and stacking it all up
Can't wait for the Sun to go down
Roll into town
Shine the old truck up
OF TREES
YOU NEVER KNOW WHERE THE THAT MIGHT LEAD
NIGHTS STILL YOUNG
THERE’S A SWEET FORD TRUCK THAT THING IS JACKED
WITH A BED FULL HOTTIES ALL OF EM
Lean in to me babe
Don't stop when I say so
You can use my broken bones
To mend your aching soul.
We can drive all night
Far away from your broken
Climb in buckle up
And reach for my hand
We don't have long
But let's take a ride
It's all I need
If you're by my side
Oh my darlin'
Let's make a deal
Niggas ain't tryna go back, I'm gone You niggas ain't tryna see a sheikh, nigga
Flappin' and clappin' all night, my niggas ain't tryna fuck me I ain't
drive all night long
And listen to the radio
Until you forget his name
Yeah baby you've got me till dawn
I won't steer you wrong
Just let me take away
And don't you know that we were raised on the radio?
It's why we drink too much on Friday nights
Raise our hand in the neon lights
Copperhead Road
Nobody buy my joint, it's cool 'cause I got one (hell yeah)
All the others cut 4 radio and cheat the fan
Good time - take us 2 the stage and watch us move
my veins, arrivin' by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards of beats and raps
Three whores before four and three more are bein' cracked (facts)
That was
Here in the city
It's only me here in the studio
The phone lines are open but
No one ever calls
Though I can feel all those lost souls
The night shifts
I'll be there for you
By the end of the night
And if you say you love me
Then you'll come back too, oh
I said you could come back
Into my arms
I said
on the billboard she'll solve all your problems
Bitch a genie, and you was just a weenie
Maybach truck 21, that's how you seen me
Chrome Heart beanie, but I ain't
you and me
You and me
Baby you and me
You and me
Baby you and me
Lovin'
We've been lovin' all night
Fuckin'
We've been fucking all night
Can you trust
racist
Settin' us up for failure
Made us rebellious
Judge slammin' that hammer and nailed us
We was sheltered by Section 8
'Member nights when niggas
Go go
Dancer, Dancing's all I wanna do
Caged in a
Rage, the beat hits
I step into my 4 by 6 cell now
Ahh sho'nuff in the house as I elevate
But
I can hear the truck tires coming up the gravel road
And its not like her to drive that slow, nothings on the radio
Footsteps on the front porch, I
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