Lyrics:
switchyards full of old black men
Of graveyards full of rusted automobiles
Good morning America how are you
Said don't you know me I'm your native son
I'm
Roaring up the highway past Soulsbyville
It's an oven outside, but it's cool in here
In this air-conditioned automobile
It's four-lane
on the crawl
It's Q the fuckin' maniac, brought a gun to the brawl
Pop the tow truck cop from my automobile
Then slide up in the club and party with my
country enough
Great big speakers in his little foreign automobile
Tires lookin' flat like he's just about rollin' on wheels
What he's playin's makin'
cause conversation rule the nation
Come meet you anywhere
Plane, trains, or automobiles
She from out of town but I dammly think I met her on Beal
She be
outstretched
None of the cars are turning over
There's no juice in the batteries
There's plenty of juice in all the people though
Pushing their automobiles in
automobile and park
Excuse me, ma'am,
would you like to purchase some fresh produce we call the bomb?
Sick shiznit, fertilize the beat, get it pregnant
a two-engine automobile
Both of us giving directions, but only one fits behind the wheel
Curled up in bed one morning
Listening to the singer's warning
L'automobile sotto casa
Pieno fatto due giorni fa
E Paola che mi aspetta pronta da una mezz'ora
Muoviti e' tardi, dai che si va
Come al solito,
casey jones said before he died
there are eight more things i'd like to ride
a bicycle tricycle automobile
a fourlegged mule and a ferris wheel
de la ville
Des gens qui se filent, et des automobiles
Désormais, je préfère le silence
Me retrouver avec moi-même en méditation intense
Et c'est
Graffiti the mind of children with your man-made law
Graffiti the world I saw the writing on the wall
We're addicted to planes, trains and automobiles
explain
Why I tend to think these things
Demons with there horns and fangs
Steal from you then call you names
Planes and trains, automobiles
Same thing
Automobile
With total suede package, with subwolfers, and specially designed custom glass rims
Also, in my closet, shoes. So many shoes you cannot
an automobile,
Fetuses, peoples, and angels hang the same on the mobile.
If it wasn't for the blindfold, you'd ask,
"What am I looking for, living for,
Our philosophical truth in which we trust
Failed behind the wheel of your automobile
Knocked me in the chest voided of my breath
Can I breathe, I ask
everybody needs to hide
You know I really think it's funny
When you're flaunting all your automobiles
Cause I know that money's something that you oughta
then
But you know me
And I always think the worst
So be satisfied
And it's hard but I'll try
To not romanticize the automobile
So come with me
this part of the deal
Bounty huntas all on my heels
Lookin for me huh somewhere in the Ville
I takes planes trains, automobiles, boats
Overseas passport
And you may ask yourself
How do I work this?
And you may ask yourself
Where is that large automobile?
And you may tell yourself
This is not my
automobile stolen
I guess because I'm Mexakin and deep is how I'm rolling
In the rear view I see they run a make on my plates
Couldn't find shit in the Jett
mile ridin' dirty
168 I hate to jump back
So now I must add and subtract to pay the stack
Ill automobiles, V12's and meals
A half a million dollar house
doneHurrah!
And the water will run. . .Will run!
Will run! Gimme that!
Gimme that - your automobile
Turn off that smokestack and that goddamn radio
Hum
an automobile
That's got too many miles an' rust on its wheels
No love, love ain't like that
Love ain't that easy to define
You can't build it by design
It takes
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