Lyrics American Graffiti - TYLERxCORDY

Nobody else but you Back row leather seats made
In '72 The American dream Pretty feet in her shoes
She don't care 'bout the scene Give the BS the deuce Hands in the air
Out the window, driving all night Through the small towns,
Throwing bottles at the stoplights Everything about her is ahead of
Its time She a devil in a dress with a hell of a mind I got no
Problems and no conscience I got no qualms gettin' outta gotham I got
3 hours until the sun come up And forever wouldn't feel like enough
And yeah, it feels like one of those nights And we don't gotta talk
About it Watching the city roll by And you ain't gotta explain
Nothing We write American graffiti Bonnie and
Clyde we ride Dipping like Houdini Cross state lines '
Til we getting sleepy American graffiti We write American graffiti
Scratches on my back paint a picture When you see me
Let the aux bleed Put nostalgia on repeat American graffiti
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CORDY American Graffiti Lyrics Nobody else but you Back row leather
Seats made in '72 The American dream Pretty feet in her shoes She
Don't care 'bout the scene Give the BS the deuce Hands in the air out
The window, driving all night Through the small towns,
Throwing bottles at the stoplights Everything about her is ahead of
Its time She a devil in a dress with a hell of a mind I got no
Problems and no conscience I got no qualms gettin' outta gotham I got
3 hours until the sun come up And forever wouldn't feel like enough
And yeah, it feels like one of those nights And we don't gotta talk
About it Watching the city roll by And you ain't gotta explain
Nothing We write American graffiti Bonnie and
Clyde we ride Dipping like Houdini Cross state lines '
Til we getting sleepy American graffiti We write American graffiti
Scratches on my back paint a picture When you see me Let the aux
Bleed Put nostalgia on repeat American graffiti We build stories on
Dreams Restless hearts get no sleep Fingers crossed on boulevards
Until the morning We build stories on dreams Restless hearts get no
Sleep Fingers crossed on boulevards Until the morning 2 hands in the
Sky like You wanna break the sky like Smoke blowing bumpin' the
Chi-lites Don't no one else got what I like Wanna take you to the
West coast Bandana and some Prestos Sense of humor from your mama
Girl I wanna be the one to be the music In your headphones Bring you
Whiskey when you get cold Bring you weed when you get low We buzzed
Up on the roof This love's 100 proof The type to never get old And
Yeah, it feels like one of those nights And we don't gotta talk
About it Watching the city roll by
And you ain't gotta explain nothing
We write American graffiti Bonnie and Clyde
We ride Dipping like Houdini Cross state lines '
Til we getting sleepy American graffiti We write American graffiti
Scratches on my back paint a picture When you see me Let the aux
Bleed Put nostalgia on repeat American graffiti We build stories on
Dreams Restless hearts get no sleep Fingers crossed on boulevards
Until the morning We build stories on dreams Restless hearts
Get no sleep Fingers crossed on boulevards Until the morning