Lyrics:
something I can feel
Yeah, I want somethin' real, somethin' real
I like a long drive down a backroad
And pretty girls sitting at a bar
But those roads
Drive boy dog boy
Dirty numb angel boy
In the doorway boy
She was a lipstick boy
She was a beautiful boy
And tears boy
And all in your inner
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around mine
And I don’t want to see another girl
Try to rule your world
So i’m going to hit your line
Chorus:
I said “baby what's your type?
Tell me what
I'm a Roc-a-fella soldier, I thought I told ya
Hustler, nigga move weight like Oprah
Drive wide body, twenty-inch big motor
No tints, make no mistake
brake lights that coagulate the city
You don't think for yourself we can tell
When it's all done you can meet me in hell
Let's see you drive, let's see
Just the thought
Of our bed
Makes me crumble like the plaster
Where you punched the wall beside my head
And i try
To draw the line
But it ends up
as
We drive
All night
All night
We drive
All night
All night
It's always a good time
Following the painted line
On those long roads we're free, as long
Drive my truck midway to the motorway station
Fair-lane cruiser coming up on the left hand side
Headlights shining, driving rain on the window
I am a lineman for the county
And I drive the main road
Searchin' in the sun for another overload
I hear you singing in the wires
I can hear
day by and by
You were keeping me away at the borderline
Let me in and let me shine
You were calling the shots, I was riding the line
On the open road
a left at what's going to be the new sports center, and keep going until you hit the place where they're thinking of building that drive-in bank.
You
I got that drive, eh
I finished my homework, eh
I did the dishes tonight
I got that drive
I got that drive, what
I got that drive, what
I got that
Drive my truck midway to the motorway station
Fair-lane cruiser coming up on the left hand side
Headlights shining, driving rain on the window
WRTR - Dreamland (Lyrics)
I am dreaming again
I feel it in my brain
I am singing these lines
although it's tough at times
You are a work of art
You
Open your eyes
Put it in drive
Get on the road and just go
City lights
Turn the tree lines
And National Park signs
Mountains approach
With
Bowlly's in heaven and I'm in limbo now
Hard times, hard hard times
Hostels and missions and dosser's soup lines
Can't close me eyes on a bench
Paid off, I sought her dwelling
In the suburbs of the town,
An ancient dame upon a line
Was hanging out a gown.
Where is my love? She's married, sir,
ya'll keep slanging
We stuck in the game
Wit not a lot to gain
But everything to lose
But we soldiers that front-line
In days to rule
We do homicide
He gets a bag full of cash
To drive in circles and crash
Hell, I can do that
While they were under caution
I switched it back to the football
And whispering right to his ear
If you wanna spend the night
you can stay
You just need to walk the line
by the way
He said You drive me insane
with your
you goin'?
(He is out)
Jimmy's out, next in line
Swing batter batter, swing batter batter, swing batter batter, swing
Swing batter batter, swing
the boys and girls
Well, I'm wanted by the men want to learn my line
I'm wanted by the women cause I love so fine
Wanted by the boys wanna learn my
Tough day on the firin' line, dontcha wanna make some time
Come down take a chance or two, I'll be lookin' out for you
Run all night, slip all day
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