Lyrics:
of broken dream machines
That's mine abandoned by that bedroom limousine
I wouldn't want to wake up without you in my garage
After all these accidental
be true love
In the passenger seat
I was trying to get free of my fantasies
I was holding off holding out hope
For long gone, long odds girls like you
just passengers
Watch the rat race fly faster as you slow
Never let them slip by, you’ll never make it home
Waiting for a messenger, hoping it gets
solo
Aye lil shawty home tho
Aye lemme scoop and we finna fly up to the star show
Aye I'm living slow and I'm driving slow
Sunday driver to the dome
be
Is on my own
Did I even ask you call, no so
Leave me alone
See love is like driving home
Some dumb girls always on their phone
Swerving left
gonna stay
Put your arms around me driving home
One two peas in a pod
I don't want you to leave by my side
So much weight on my shoulders
me home
Everything you are made you everything you aren't
How could I need you I miss the old you
When you're the one driving her home when she's
ignoring the passing time
I'll overdose in this foreign while crossing the double line
Lately I'm just the passenger yelling and screaming why
You whippin'
You lived down the block
We met for the first time at the bus stop
We sat side by side
Third seat from the back, we talked the whole ride
Six
No time to turn on the lights
I'm driving blind
Trees are passing me by
I wonder what it's like to wrap around one
Give me time or else I might
the one that's driving you home, driving you home.
I need you to be here with me more than you know, more than you know.
Drive Me Home, Drive Me Home
Do you see
You driving me insane
I miss you by my side (miss you by my side)
Cos the night feels so cold (so cold)
Tell me when you’re coming home
earned pay
You and me Sunday driving
Not arriving
On our way back home
We're on our way home
We're on our way home
We're going home
Two of us
earned pay
You and me Sunday driving
Not arriving
On our way back home
We're on our way home
We're on our way home
We're going home
Two of us
Big body Benz
AMG mags passenger side ngipheth'umabhebeza
Big body Benz
AMG mags passenger side yeah ngipheth'umabhebeza
Big body Benz
AMG mags
Even though I'm not your girlfriend
(I'm not your girl, no)
Passenger driving, I catch you smiling
Lovers or friends, can I get it in writing
While you
Yeah
Firm biz, what it is, Blackstreet
Na na, steady rise, peep this out
Gotta get you home with me tonight
Gotta get you home
Hold up, let's
You're driving me to the airport
I always hated that exit sign
It's always right around here
I realize there's something I left behind
In
cross examinin' for the case
Yeah I testify your honor, it was death by dishonor
It was a crime committed, I swear to you I know who did it
It
to say
This must be a lonely life
You got some kids or a loving wife
Walk around and the wheels are turning
People passing by n' still learning
Walk around
the windshield
The miles keep growing more and more (More)
And we can go slow, and we can go fast
We'll keep driving 'til we run out of gas
Soaring by
you by my side
And you can't front like us together wouldn't be kinda fly
I got the drive and a passenger seat to occupy
So if you down to ride
I always
it
I’m driving down the road ‘cause you demanded my absence
Passenger’s seat reservation retracted
I saved it all for you ‘cause I thought we woulda
Like yesterday, I remember the night
Saw you driving by, you had a bitch in your passenger side
I called your phone and then you just denied me
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