Mad Caddies - Booze cruise

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We hit the road
we had ten hours left on our drive
level of sanity going out the window
who knows what lays ahead
and all i see is the endless headlights flying away
you re sick of me ???
i m sick of you
this one through
to turn around to walk away
you ll be leaving
but i ll be here to stay

One way to go
the direction undetermined
rand mcnally goes flying out the window
with empty bottles and broken spirits
the endless headlights are flying away

When i was younger
i leapt at the chance
now that i m older i wonder
if i had it to do all over again
would i do anything different
way too much time
and bullshit on my mind
i feel like i m fallinf to pieces
the smoke surrounds your head
you don t wanna be there
i can hear you when you re falling

Inne utwory

  • Just one more
  • Pyramid scheme
  • Spare change
  • Hound bound
  • 10 West
  • All American badass
  • The joust
  • Souls for sale
  • Road rash
  • Contraband
  • Days away
  • Apathetic
  • Tired bones
  • Riding for a fall
  • Reflections
  • Shut the door
  • Preppie girl
  • Losowe utwory

    Preppie girl

    She bought herself a diamond ring
    before the evening show
    a ninety dollar bracelet
    on daddy s visa gold
    short black skirts on warm days
    with her black socks to her knees
    now she s wearing corduroy
    instead of bongo jeans
    she s a preppie girl
    who rules the fashion world
    she s a preppie girl
    makes me wanna hurl
    fucking preppie...

    Poleć ze mną

    Chodź opowiem ci o jednym z letnich dni, bawiłam się na łące gdy ktoś szepnął mi, wielki kłopot mam, bo ciągle jestem sam, chodź zabaw znam tysiące z kim się bawić mam .. ?

    Ref:. poleć, poleć ze mną hen wysoko, zabiorę cie ze sobą tam gdzie gwiazdy, razem pokłonimy się...

    Demons

    They said she had
    a heart attack
    I think the creatures re coming back
    And I am fine, cause all my love s electrifying
    And I come feel like assessable
    Wanna be with you
    And it s my premonition
    I better give...

    The tourist

    It barks at no-one else but me,
    like it s seen a ghost.
    I guess it s seen the sparks a-flowin,
    no-one else would know.

    Hey man, slow down, slow down,
    idiot, slow down, slow down.

    Sometimes I get overcharged,
    that s...

    Where my niggaz at

    Man cock that shit...
    Yo man, this nigga Cassidy frontin (Yo Cock this tho man),
    Oh that nigga think he sweet (Yo pass that mac man)
    Yo not for nothin, that video shit and all that...
    Fuck that, (yo when I m a hit that nigga all up in... I hate that nigga)

    [Chorus:]
    Where My...