Lyrics:
couches
Blowin' that smoke on Saturday night
A little messed up, but we're all alright
Baptist church parkin' lot, tryin' not to get caught
Take her
You're working day and night just steady struggling
You think that you can make it by yourself
You feel like giving up
You feel like giving in
me some more I said I've got to live
The American dream
Keep the sheep all pacified and you can get away with anything
But me and you
Wont let them
alright. I'll live another day. You drive me fucking crazy. You drive me insane. You drive me fucking crazy. You drive me insane.
Another night ticks by, oh
Mmmmm
Mmmm mmm
Mm
We can take a late night drive
Yuh
Baby lets go, Lets go
We can go all night
Yuh
Wanna roll juana though?
Just enough to get you
writing music. I figured I wouldn't start with Christmas music though. I did something All-Americans look towards first when they think of the holiday
rollin'
Round tryin' to ride Night
I gave 'em all Steves
That's codeword for that Job, Night
MAC, 9's, TEC's, e'rything when they ride
Night oT straps
You
the lights
Ain't no comparison
When I'm with you ain't a stage too bright
Ain't no comparison
With you by my side
All my days fly right by
Tryna stop time I
that, 'cause it might last into night class
In the end, all I really want is my pass, to get approval from the people in the hype class
When I look back
in the cradle
And the other on the gas
And we would run all night
Tryin' to make each moment last
And we'd ride through the darkness
a friend was still a dime
And everything's been sold American
The early Times is finished and the want ads all are read
Everyone's been sold American
right
Take it easy baby
Make it last all night
She was an American girl
It was kind of cold that night
She stood alone on her balcony
She could the cars
American dream
I stayed there for the summer
I began to call her place my own
Then come the Fall it all turned sour
She cut me, she cut me to the bone
by in the low ride
Hands high when we fly by
System up with the top down
Got the city on lockdown
Drive by in the low ride
Hands high when we
He never wanted you
In all probability he hates you!
If we are god's unwanted children
Then so be it! Listen
Is it all as it seems
So unresolved so
finna get sloppy st larount denuim wit franks in my poccet, intrigued by my fragrance I’m smelling expensive she all ready naked she kno my intentions I
Who get run over by a bus drive by a guy
Who smokes three and a half packs a day
"Sorry officer, I didn't see him, I was too busy smoking!"
so far
what you leave behind makes up who you are
drive, just drive
roll the windows down and feel alive
all night, all right
I'll drive until
mine
This radio dial, American miles
Middle of everywhere
I find it all, I lose it all out there
In that highway air
Every crooked white line, every
a two-lane, and you by my side.
We'll drive, all night long, get on board,
We'll drive, with the radio on baby all right.
that's quite a lot
And you drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy
You keep on shoutin', you keep on shoutin'
I want to rock and roll all night
Three major players gettin' papers by the layers
And those that betray us on the block get rocked like Amadeus
Fakers get used as shootin' targets soon
let's go, let's go
Two thoysand miles to Tokyo
Let's go, a- let's go, a- let's go
A- let's goooooo
Drive, drive, drive the night away
Straight all
and excuses
I ran out rooms of foos ain't have shit to do with
Fresh off the comal and in the Manteca
Live from the Mexican American Mecca
In the mix la
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