Lyrics:
did I get to be so old
Time is a crime, age is a line
Or so I'm told
You and me in my junked up Monte Carlo
Any road that we can follow
Gonna feel
tracking up your arms now
Your veins are bursting with regret
The kids are listening from the bathroom
Pray to God that they'll forget
I shoulda junked your
guaranteed
I just do my best to stay alive
Got a junked out car but you should see me drive
Racing down St Charles Avenue
Ain't got much but what I got
guaranteed
I just do my best to stay alive
Got a junked out car but you should see me drive
Racing down St Charles Avenue
Ain't got much but what I got
know; you don't have to ask
Rappers' rhythm and poetry, cuts create sound effects
You might get junked if you follow the records he wrecks
Until then,
know; you don't have to ask
Rappers' rhythm and poetry, cuts create sound effects
You might get junked if you follow the records he wrecks
Until then,
It's a junked out joint off a backroad
A blinkin' window sign with an arrow
A gravel lot chalked full of toolbox trucks
Makin' their happy hour
know; you don't have to ask
Rappers' rhythm and poetry, cuts create sound effects
You might get junked if you follow the records he wrecks
Until then,
the change
But I'll repay these memories
Dawn came in this morning
Like some old junked out melody
The words she spoke as we awoke still haunt me
"What
the dirt
Yea, but, then she kissed him where it hurt, ow!
Now, Rich, he got all junked up.
Something rubbed him wrong.
But, Jane, she straightens him
For the sake of Mary I kicked the reds
Junked the juice, drink coffee instead
Straightened my teeth, bent my back
Cut my friends dead from the old
but I'll repay these memories.
Dawn came in this mornin'
like some old junked out melody
The words she spoke and we awoke still haunt me
What you
the change
But I'll repay these memories
Dawn came in this morning
Like some old junked out melody
The words she spoke as we awoke still haunt me
"What
be that nigga in the back
You don't live it really, I can show you how to live
But I promise I can show a pussy nigga how to act
Junked out smokin'
countless
plus my prowess psychedelic funk
for the female folk who want to get into some mischief,
submissive like I got em drunk,
and I got em junked,
with
open as you get inside
This road has caught fire
Miles of red pass under the tires
We paint the junked parts
Invisible blood stains from transparent
See hamburgers, robot dogs, junked up kitties, mechanical cogs
Poster roaster, party fun, rollercoaster, West Coast sun
You've got America in your
was the 88 soy bean queen
Chorus
Girl, I been knowin you too long
For you to sell me on that junked up knock off
Charade you got goin on
Chorus
me
I got problems in my life that are keeping me down
Full circle with the memory terrible sound
I got a junked out passed now I'm rocking out crowds
Such a darling plastic toy. Such an instant rush of joy
Feeling quite in need of something. I'm getting junked on PVC
So much we can buy. So much
Check it
Junked out, flunked out now listen
doc copped prescription
got me hooked n skitzin
fam is at a distance
the chasm lacks description
Goodbye Becky Sue, you're a triflin' bitch
I'm keeping all them garden gnomes you junked my yard up with
You can have the kids
You can have the kids
Taking on the world
Junked out boyfriend and you
Making a statement while all your friends
Are making it through school without you
Thought you
Came through in the junked out whip
It didn't cost much chips
Get down, get the dollars and dip
Then I spent the money on making hits
Never that,
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