Lyrics:
Originally recorded by KISS off the album Dressed To Kill, 1975
You show us everything you've got
You keep on dancin and the room gets hot
You
tonight
Salt and lime
Space and time
Long white line
Yellow sign
Law passed by
As we glide
Safe inside
Tami's ride
(solo)
Ride, ride, Tami, ride
Drive
across the land
That's what you do
What you do, mister
A workin man
You drive a wagon for a livin
Arrive on time
Cos that's important when deliverin'
'cause them
Truckers are so racist
When he gets back, he'll be safe in the back
Of Detroit PD protecting and serving, oh yeah
At Whole Foods, he drive
an airplane and they'll just bounce
Paint our name on them road cases, stencil and white spray paint
"Drive-by Truckers" on every one or maybe just "DBT"
the drive by gunners
But the acid burns cause you toxic
Ah si?
Diceva che?
Ma non è vero
Ma non è detto
Ah si ?
Sti cazzi
Ma scherzi
Ah si?
I'm at Dave & Buster's
(hah)
Hellcat drive-by and you hearin' the muffler
sex drive?s stronger than the engine of a trucker
But she?ll have to be on top 'cause you a lazymuthafucka
Lazymuthafucka, lazymuthafucka
You's
the holy grail?
It's not enough that we succeed
We still need others to fail
Fear, fear drives the mills of modern man
Fear keeps us all in line
Fear
don't drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or local
My album is sellin' because of my vocals
You know what you need to learn?
Old School
I grab the beer, but not in the ride
'cause I'm not stupid, I don't drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or local
My album is sellin'
the ride
'Cause I'm not stupid, I don't drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or local
My album is sellin' because of my vocals
You know what you
but it don’t look evenly
Well, it was probably made by boring people
If I wasn’t dead serious about this love
Well, it’s cost a lot less if we just lost
true colors as they give your neck a slit
While listening to an album that was written by the sick!
I'm bringing back the evilness into the Horror scene
get me wrong, got four albums, stay consistent
You got a bodyguard, I let my nigga tote the biscuit
Twist ya cap back, you got blood off on ya fur hat
And the handle that I'm known by
Is the Wild Man On The Road
And all the truckers know this rig of mine
In every city that I go
Raleigh, Charlotte, Knoxville
they been told
Their rhymes used to be worth something like Mr. T`s gold
Now I`m in, so watch me Kline like Calvin
I`m the Dread Man, you fucked up by
in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
This that food
pull in here he's fuckin' asleep.
What is he, a fuckin' pussycat?
(He drives as much as I do.
You run your station, we'll take care of our rig.)
reminds of J. Cole’s album 2014 Forest Hills Drive
He does this same shit too
I guess I, I guess I copied him
Now I see why he did it ‘cause it’s so, it’s
Where the hell we goin'
Who the fuck be letting him drive
On the highway day and night
Did I miss the fucking sign
What comes next? Check
sex drive she could feel da difference
I woke up this morning with a clearer vision
Bitch by my side couple condoms missing
My energy on high she love
Uh
I played tag in the auto graveyard
I looked up at the radio tower
Rag tent by the railroad tracks
Concrete poured over steel bridge
Pondered
Le seul drive-by t'as fait de ta vie c'est au restaurant
Le seul impact que t'as eu dans ta vie c'est quand t'as fait un accident
Je run le rap game
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