Lyrics:
The luminous green glow of the dials on the dashboard at night
The nebula city's like a video coin-game
On the curved screen of real-time the lights blink like
be out of town, got 200 on the dashboard
I might be out of bounds, bet I'm scoring off the backboard
Okay I step in the building, look at them pree
Forecast look 2 20
Dashboard showing me the same
Up 24 like Denny's
Got the hunger and a lot on my plate
Better move I don't play
In the gym do my
Speeding away with the AMG Mercedes
Speeding away with the brand new Audi RS
Hundred on the dashboard
Driving with her through the night (Through
I'm sad to say the drive-in's on fire
But down Lover's Lane the sky looks wonderful
And the dashboard's sweet refrain plays in living color
I know
it
(No no) ‚ she just do it automatic (Splash)
Posted on the dashboard
(Mula) , my lil' bitch so ratchet (Mula)
I got CZ 75, semi-automatic (Boom)
Cause I ain’t, I ain’t
Your Cowboy Savior
Your dashboard saint
You try to fix me up with a little coat of paint
But walking your line
on the dashboard, we're chillin'
I knew a girl like you would love a scene like this
You got class but deep down you're real freakish
You got it all, but you never
pop!
The wheels are yeller, the upholstery's brown,
The dashboard's genuine leather,
With isinglass curtains y' can roll right down,
In case
pop!
The wheels are yeller, the upholstery's brown,
The dashboard's genuine leather,
With isinglass curtains y' can roll right down,
In case there's
will pop!
The wheels are yeller, the upholstery's brown,
The dashboard's genuine leather,
With isinglass curtains y' can roll right down,
In case
side
It's gonna be a long, hot summer, we should be together
With your feet up on the dashboard now
Singing along with the radio, it's such a beautiful
Hello, you long shots, you dark-horse runners
Hairbrush singers, dashboard drummers
Hello, you wild magnolias just waiting to bloom
There's a little
my plastic dashboard Jesus
Waiting there to greet us
Hey, hey
I finally found my way
Said goodbye to yesterday
Hit the gas, there ain't no
the weather
You grow up, grow old, or you hit the road 'round here
So I drive (drive drive)
Watching white lines passing by
My plastic dashboard Jesus
will pop!
The wheels are yeller, the upholstery's brown,
The dashboard's genuine leather,
With isinglass curtains y' can roll right down,
In case
will pop!
The wheels are yeller, the upholstery's brown,
The dashboard's genuine leather,
With isinglass curtains y' can roll right down,
In case
will pop!
The wheels are yeller, the upholstery's brown,
The dashboard's genuine leather,
With isinglass curtains y' can roll right down,
In case
Those wheels are yellow, the upholstery's brown, the dashboard's genuine leather.
With nice bright curtains that can roll right down in case there's
pop!
The wheels are yeller, the upholstery's brown,
The dashboard's genuine leather,
With isinglass curtains y' can roll right down,
In case there's
say no mo', say no mo' (damn)
If two hunnid ain't on your dashboard say no mo', say no mo' (go, go)
If it ain't no stamps in your passport say no mo',
me
I got a ten year old mink, still ain't fuzzy
Three-twenty-five on the dashboard
Ridin' in the Porsche, rockin' Tom Ford
I ball at Barneys, new
on the dashboard.
T-minus whenever it feels right, Galaxy 500.
Planets align, a king is born.
Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels
you put in the ground (fuck around)
We the best out, it's no need for looking around (L-O-X)
Two hundred on the dashboard, so I gave it to 'em
Then
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