Lyrics:
I saw oil stainsOn the drivewayNext to parked cars Baby it took me far So far away
Oil stains On the drive way Next to you
I saw birds and planesOn
another year coming
Oil stains the legs of this body
Speaks in tongues and croaks, I'm heading down
I'll walk down to the river where we met our pales
do and I kissed yuh
And that oil stain where you parked your car
Remains to this day like a birthmark
So I don't know I don't know
I don't know where
to lick out my ears
And I want you just to taste those oil stains
And I want you just to figure out who you are in vain
There was a land somewhere once
Cold skin covers all that which flutters
This empty face hides the rust inside
Is there blood in my veins or just oil that stains
Inside this chest away
on his T-shirt
Similar to the one that you have on
Butch was just lying down in a dead car
Puddled up oil stains he meant no harm
We were scarred by
I can tell by the clothes he wears, he tried a little to hard
He parks that little truck on my oil stain in your yard
I bet your mamma loves all
On The Bucket It Needs A Oil Change
Took Them Bitches Out The Garage And Left Them Oil Stains
You Know That Shit Be Taking Forever We Call It Oil Face
Make You
veiled in central neutral grey. Absinthe to slight the pain. This world's this worst case color scheme.
Streaks of oil stain, stained the road he crawled
Anybody out there think a factor is soft (uh)
Fuck around and get your head knocked off
Oil stains in the driveway, siphon the petrol
Fuck a iPhone,
get to trippin' out
Cause yo daddy catch the blues
You know the crips is out
And we get nasty homie
Just like a stripper's mouth
Wash them oil stains
Yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, uh
Human Made on me like P (yes sir)
Waves don't need no grease (no sir)
Chains don't need no grease
No oil stains on me,
They call him Gipp saga
It's the mutant, mister get down
Live wire, words poke you like barbwire
Maroon Range, sugar cane, oil stains
My right leg
They call him Gipp saga
It's the mutant, mister get down
Live wire, words poke you like barbwire
Maroon Range, sugar cane, oil stains
My right leg
oil stains are all you're gonna find in my garage (hey)
Whatcha gonna do when the fun stops?
When the boat rocks and the crew gets old?
Make up
They call him Gipp Zagga.
It's the mutant, mister get down
Live wire, words poke you like barbwire
Maroon Range, sugar cane, oil stains
My right
I hope you understand
I've been your biggest fan
Since 1988, 1988
Oil stains on that old driveway
Overtime and bills we couldn't pay
One
Things that used to terrify me
Are the things, that I've become
Cigarette buds, and oil stains on the dying grass
The smell of the liquor, rising up
spokes up under that Monster truck and ride
Sorry about the oil stains that I left on the road
If you slip and fall on the shit I talk
Then I guess
They call him Gipp saga
It's the mutant, mister get down
Live wire, words poke you like barbwire
Maroon Range, sugar cane, oil stains
My right
Everywhere this Nigga park he keep leaving oil stains
That clout you chase
I hope you acquire that
The respect you lost on the way
Cant buy it back
You see my
Leaving oil stains
Loyal dames treat me royal
Got a nigga gripping drank
Don't ask what's in my cup
Motherfucker I'll be sipping pain!
They call me Wais P
tacked it 'til it fell of the wall
While pigeon's pecked trains, sparks flew like planes
The rain showed the rainbows in the oil stains
And we all had
tacked it 'til it fell off the wall
Yeah, while pigeon's pecked trains
Sparks flew like planes
The rain showed the rainbows in the oil stains
And we
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