Lyrics:
me
Hotter than Mississippi, the summer of 1950s
In a van full of some niggas and white bitches
Get pulled over for swervin' like "Hi, officer,"
live forever lIke
Gogh for ever
Be for ever
See for ever
So I live like Gogh
Van Gogh
Yeah Van Gogh
Pack shows like Roman coliseums
Van Gogh flow need
jeans
White polo, and gray Vans for green onesies
I wouldn’t have believed this shit myself
I had to talk to the prison psychiatrist
When I got here i
you I need you so
Don't let me down please hold me tight by your side
I have nobody I love you baby
I'll be waiting for
I don't want anything more
Cần
and man will gather by the shore
And study how sea lions swim in cursive
Force of my love was strong
The sea lion laying down long
A song in the air
the sun in mind
June, July flew by
I wrote this song for you & I
I wrote this in the summertime
I wrote this with the sun in mind
June, July flew by
I wrote
Sitting still just wasn't meant for me
Some folks just go straight and narrow
Turns out that life ain't right for me
'Cause every time we cross state
Sitting still just wasn't meant for me
Some folks just go straight and narrow
Turns out that life ain't right for me
'Cause every time we cross state
day
I guess I'll just call you the
Random girl with the white Vans on
Bend that back and we fuck to my song
And it's on repeat 'Cause it turns you
the scent of a song
Lifting up my palms like I'm begging for alms
But every time I reach they leave me hanging like charms
So I mostly keep to myself
Rather
For stopping her car in the middle of the road
And the tractor trailer behind her, and the van behind it
Whisking a turtle off the road
Thank you god
as we're back by sunrise
We can make us a memory of Nashville tonight
And then I'll write you a song
You might hear it on the radio
Baby you never know
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
Downer
Recorded in Seattle at Reciprocal
Recording by Jack Endino for $600
All songs written by Kurdt Kobain, except
Love Buzz, written by Robby Van
on Friday
You buys a little something for yourself
And the van that comes around weekends
Selling fancy city things
Sold by the man in the trilby hat
Done checking my bank account, balance keeps on going down
Minus eight hundred, sling more music packets, dope songs for breakfast
Why mask it,
Oye dimelo coach what's good?
Que la que Aaden dimelo dimelo
I'm in the stu right now cooking up a song called sprinter van
Oye ta' linda esa guagua
woke up and got wise
I ain't gonna be, ain't gonna be no fool no more
Now Van, now Van
Ain't gonna be nobody's body's fool no more
Sing the song Van
He'll play what he wants
What he thinks fits for the time
Try to understand Van the man
His mind it don't sit still
He toils each day to bring us joy
So
just wanna hit the booth and make a me song
Runnin’ away, acid wash jeans on
Vans super dirty but it’s cool ‘cause I skate
I just want plays, I’m feeling
Tất cả những điều đó là sự nâng ly cho cuộc sống.
Let's do ittttt
| Cmb verse |
Wey ! Tiếp tục đi tiếp tục đi man
No time for drama yeah i do my
through 20 bands, that shit ain't even stand a chance (Yeah)
Keep a white mask, no Ku Klux Klan (Yeah)
Bet you never seen a drive by, in a Sprinter Van, hey
through 20 bands
That shit ain't even stand a chance (yeah)
Keep a white mask, no Ku Klux Klan (yeah)
Bet you never seen a drive
By, in a Sprinter Van, hey
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
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