Lyrics:
Days are getting rainy
Just like a drunk driver
Keeps a little river in your head
Let's go so we don’t get long
This is the battlestyle!
How you
like
A man that lost his fuckin' thumb
Hold up, you look like a cab driver
The boy that pump my gas and the boy
At 7-11 I buy my Dutchies from
This might
You'll get it if you from the chi
If not then just follow my lead
I'll give you a tour with my guys
Hop in ride
Know we gon slide finna pull up in race car
for lost souls, in the crossroads
To the corner thugs hustling for cars that cost dough
To the big dogs living large, taking in light
Pushing big
her
Tell Laura I may be late
I've something to do that cannot wait
He drove his car to the racing ground
He was the youngest driver there
car well
He never lost a race on Windy Hollow Rd.
By the time he turned 18 he was the Georgia dirt track king
Proudly sponsored by the local Texaco
of race.
Just to see Big E back on the track,
Would put a smile on every face.
No one drove a car quite like Earnhardt.
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, I
for lost souls, in the crossroads
To the corner thugs hustling for cars that cost dough
To the big dogs living large, taking in light
Pushing big
far but I wanted more
I got drivers with no cars
I had battles with no scars
If you wanna be Mufasa
You could die too, my bullets givin' Oscars
got my car out front
Tell me do you wanna kick it in the backseat
I wanna get beside ya
In the backseat
So I can be your backseat driver
In the backseat
I just wanna race my car
I just wanna race
I just wanna race car
I just wanna race
I just wanna race my car
I just wanna race my car
My own lane
I'm
She is a highway hitchhiker
The drivers´ easy lover
You have a big car, wolfish appetite
The hitchhiker is nice and you are high
You are a lucky boy,
her
Tell Laura I may be late
I've something to do that cannot wait
He drove his car to the racing ground
He was the youngest driver there
on a muddafuckin' rampage
Back when I was caught up in the rat race
I knew somehow some way some day one day
I'd be living that Lambo Life
Now everybody goes
Laura and Tommy were lovers
He wanted to give her everything
Flowers, presents and most of all, a wedding ring
He saw a sign for a stock car race
Laura and Tommy
Were lovers
He wanted to give her
Everything
Flowers
Presents
But most of all
A wedding ring
He saw a sign for a stock car race
Fuck you drunk driver, hate you like MacGyver.
Mission Impossible after 20 screwdrivers.
I ask for your keys, and you said "oh, no nigga
tick-tock
And when I finally hit that runway you know I'mma bout' to lift off
Like a race car, like a race car I am swerving through these lanes like a race
go to court I know I'm fucked
All this shit, just for drinking
Need a designated driver, I'm to drunk for thinking
Two hands on the steering wheel
fi mek this life on my own eh
My number one driver
Mek you carry me to my destiny
Me I don tire
I no fi mek this life on my own eh
My number one
overdrive with no time to slow down
And he'll put you through the motions if you want to mess around
He's a backseat driver
Hey!
He's a backseat driver
(Let
charge
ਕੁੱਝ ਝੱਜ ਦੀ car ਲੈਲਾ
ਉਂਝ ਤਾ ਕਹਿੰਦਾ truck ਆਂ ਵਾਲਿਆਂ ਕੋਲ ਪੈਸਾ ਬਹੁਤ ਆ (ਕੀ ?)
ਚਾਰ ਗੇੜੇ east ਦੇ ਲਾਏ ਸੋਣੀਏ
ਫੇਰ ਵੀ ਨਾ ਮੱਥੇ ਵੱਟ ਪਾਏ ਸੋਣੀਏ
ਚਾਰ ਗੇੜੇ east ਦੇ
Mr. limo driver thinks that he's a star...
Because he's seen with me
And drives a big, fine car
But He could never be like me
No, all he'll ever be
nah nah
I'm gone
Aye
I'm the king and your the pawn
Baseless Reign with the con
Make a Haas car go to P1
Put the case on the pace that your moving
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