Lyrics:
where I know nobody and no one knows my name
I'm finally a passenger on someone else's train
Painting pictures with a broken hand
When someone shows you
You were driving with your knees down Lake Street
Had your Charlie's on
Stolen bottle from the break room
Downing Julio, Don
I was spinning, sitting
yo wig
Pull out tracks when I hit
Like city lights getting lit when you driving round at night with no permit
I been slowing down and staying focus
'til the dick empty
She drankin' and I'm driving
Got her knee in the passenger side seat
She love the thrill it's so exciting
Don't care who pullin' up
I got a bitch in the passenger seat I ain't driving her home
She gon receive the energy given I'm dickin that up now that's part of my song
Keeping
'em on in, bring 'em on home
Well, I was driving, in my Jag-you-are
Do-in' ninety miles an hour
I was driving up a clear way
It was just my
You're headin' home
'Cause your freshman year is done
A couple states go by
'Til you reach the better ones
You gotta, fill up by the highway
As you
with you
Laughing loud on a carnival ride, yeah
Driving around, Saturday night
You made fun of me for singing my song
Got a hotel room just to turn
recently. Apparently, the passenger side air bag could blow up. Had to take her in for a recall. My 'Ru an I, we've been through a lot. Anyone would've
let it go
They was talking crazy so we had to let em' know
This bitch was acting messy so I had to send her home
But I ain't never send you home
Old
chick
Well she still sucks
But not the same shit
Ha
Im'a freak on the scene
Im'a sit passenger
Sit i sit mean
Challenger awaits
Don't know my bitch
lost playing hide n' seek
I could tell you all about her
But like a record she plays all by herself
There she goes driving with Jeep again
Leaving me
way home
If it's for me it's on the way home
Like fragments of a broken mind
I splinter by my own design
This search is not a waste of time
Queen Fi
Don’t call me no bitch I’m a lady
Jus know I’m gon cheat if you play me
Man I’m gon make you my baby
Put that woo on you come straight outta
Yo shoutout Von Prospa man, he dropped an album
Yo we got, we got Von Prospa in the building today man, yessir
For those of you who don't know
enough to be with it
All in fun and games and keeping it cool
But my my, when you're kicking it, time flys by
Cause every hour's a minute, and every
With you, I feel like I'm home, I'm home
With you, I feel like I'm home, I'm home
With you, I feel like I'm home, I'm home
With you, I feel like I'm
that you laugh
With your feet on the dash
As I'm driving you home
I've never liked traffic lights
But someday soon these memories disappear along
You're driving home alone
And I was once there in your passenger seat
And now it's vacant
Just the memory of you looking over to me
I fall asleep
carrots and stones up on fingers and your teeth,
And built you a home next to the beach,
And luxury cars we creep
Here's the nine, I don't have time,
Fuck with me, baby
You driving me crazy
All through the night
All through the night
I just wanna get paid
I just Y'all know wanna get laid
By
they say it to every single passenger. It's a little bizarre, man. Like there will be three of you in a row, and they're like, ""Peanuts, pretzels,
Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea
And all the towns and people seem
Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, but we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rollin' down to the sea
But
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