Lyrics:
Riding by the potholes, loading up my old truck
I'm so blessed, need no luck
I'm so blessed, need no luck
Riding by the potholes, loading up my old
f**k with that Hemi
I gotta Cutlass 350 will leave your ass by a distance
You ain't customly did it or oringally interior
Your like them West side
'm obsessive and crazy
That's fine, you won't mind if I say
By the way
I hate that stupid old pickup truck
You never let me drive
You're a redneck heartbreak
DRIVE
PERFORMED BY LOCKELAND
WRITTEN BY Kyndon oakes, mark vikingstad & susie brown
'65 baby blue ford has got me
Truckin' down this Cotten field
'm know to spaz Diagnosed a psycho
See Alec the Merlin and Jade the Maestro
I plea the fifth
In the line up
Pointed out by witnesses
Like I fit
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
fool you man I can take care of me
When you see a flash of pink go flyin' by
The next thing you know there's a taillight your eyes
Everybody wonders
ass like operation
I got thirty seconds left and Imma drive the point home
What's the point of living if you never use your dome
People are so ignorant
what they really want
Drive out to the boondocks
And park down by the creek
And where it's George Strait
Real late dancing cheek to cheek
Ain't
get to smash
This fuck's for you
I can barely drive the G5 down King Drive
Cause like a Brinks truck
They know there's money inside
I'ma take a little
Wake up in the morning go to work
Fire up the truck and drive to Sonoma
Hop on the forklift and load up the truck with 10,000 pounds of newspapers
on the ranch (It was a horse wreck)
And she had to be used as an ambulance
The guy says, Man, we need to borrow your truck
I said, Ok
He goes, Where's the keys?
before
If that don't make you comfortable
I'll drive you to your door
Baby, baby girl, you are a star
When you say you're walking far
You can hop in my
sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on your titties (yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool
Check my Google Drive my producer dropped
Provide me with a lick listen
Yo bitch I pull up with the work
Landscaper hoe imma put them in the dirt
Bitch
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in
Runnin' out of gas
But I think I'm thankful
To have you by my side
Never felt this in my life
Your red truck, you and I
Your red truck in the sky
Without
abacus
Drive so strong
I could drag a bus
Puff the magic dragon
I might just drag a puff
Of that hidden leaf
Put it in a Dutch
Smoke the whole village
Not
Life's a movie, shorty bad, Black Widow
Feel like Batman, I'm your hometown hero
Money like Kobe, I replaced all the rings for zeros
Driving by the block
customers alive
These chat sound strings had me spinning up your drives
For 5-minute code with the con\con stunts
One night run, over 20,000 punts
Spam became
in your mouth
Hard or soft, versatile
I’m more than just down south
Smell me, feel me, taste me, meal me
Hear my crunchy corn
Dine in, eat out, drive
give a damn
No fool gonna catch me slacking on some scam
The streets made me a real man oh ya
Now I got that shootta flow
Aiming down my sights
Your
dancing
Just ain't what they really want
Drive out to the boondocks and park down by the creek
And where it's George Strait 'til real late
a party,
outta town bout half a mile.
Four wheel drives and big mud tires,
Muscadine wine, oh baby
Oh baby you can find me in the back of a Ford truck
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