Lyrics:
achin' heart disease
Like consumption
Killing me by degrees
I can study rain
Oh, oh drive, oh, oh, drive my blues
I been studyin' the rain and
I'm
achin' heart disease
Like consumption
Killing me by degrees
I can study rain
Oh, oh drive, oh, oh, drive my blues
I been studyin' the rain and
I'm
Nebel aufzieht und
Die Feinde mit ihm
Musst du deinem Bruder beistehen
Also leide mit ihm
Den Kofferraum vollgepackt
Drive-By Vollkontakt
Deine Fresse
Father was born by Daisy May Welch
Mister was a barber, never learned to drive
In the old house his brother's first son
Next to where the eldest died
And the blues fell mama's child, tore me all upside down
Blues fell mama's child, and it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob, just can't turn you 'round
And the blues fell mama's child, tore me all upside down
Blues fell mama's child, and it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob, just can't turn you 'round
And the blues fell mama's child, tore me all upside down
Blues fell mama's child, and it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob, just can't turn you 'round
and crash tryna drive and do the shooter job
The type to pull up and scribble something like I'm doodle bob
Fuck a pretty bitch look in her eyes and then I
on course
Because he's guided by
The invisible force
He drives a kooky green Chrysler
Bad as anybody's Porsche
He's a working class drummer
He's
designer
He put this fire in me my head bob back and forth like a recliner
You think I was a climber the way I climb higher
Time goes by I design up some
Killing me by degrees
I can study rain
Oh, oh drive, oh, oh, drive my blues
I been studyin' the rain and
I'm gon drive my blues away
Goin' to the 'stil'ry
drive fast, and I drive as far west as anyone can drive
Eight thousand miles from Lithuania and if I could escape
By driving further then I would, but
black, one chrome
Sounding out, outside your home
(Ah, right by you)
Two door coupe, let her drive (Skrr)
Heard that she curve all the guys (Curve)
All
the days go by
And I tried to see you but I couldn’t fly
But that doesn’t matter ‘cause I’m on the drive
I’m driving to your crib on highway five
Hands out
the blues
Is a low-down achin' heart disease
Like consumption
Killing me by degrees
I can study rain
Oh, oh drive, oh, oh, drive my blues
I been
It's not as far as it seems
We can go back to your old house
On the corner of Roanoke Drive
Is there something keeping us here?
What else is still
your drive is all gone and your still in the mud but the wheels ain’t even spinning cause your batteries done so
Get a jump get it jumpin bob ya head
And I looks out my door-oor
Hey, I could tell my milkcow
I could tell by the way she lows
So if you see... my milk cow
Well drive, drive, help her
(naww)
But my birds fly higher your coupe drive
By but my coupe drive by ya
Im higher than a kite still
Lookin for a lighter
Can't get no higher still
mags från en RS6
Min gang, mhm, äter mest
Drive-by, shu, RFX (yah)
God bless, uh, Jah-Jah
I'm in love with her body
Ex-spliff, Bob Marley
Skjuter
it...
Now I come from, the Oakland town
Task force roll and rock, cold cracked down
Young brothers my age makin' dollars so long
Drive a brand new
Nulled's got a mod, its Bob
Slams ban hammers like God
Makin all the users sob, somebody gotta drive him really far and then put his ass down like
of Luke warm water
And raise the heat so slowly they don't feel it getting hotter
Incremental heat increase
The pot of frogs just bob at peace
And before
niggas doin' drive-bys
If murder was the case that they gave Snoop
Then how the fuck you thinking they gon' save you?
Them niggas played you
You doin'
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