paroles de chanson Parking Lot (feat. Rick Chyme) - The Accidentals feat. Rick Chyme

Get me, get me out
Out of this parking lot
Get me, get me out
Nineteen, so mean
Lips that sting like Queen Frostine
She's got an icy disposition
Looked back, told me
She was smoking a carbon black
I said I'll see you in the green room
I need, a lead
To get me back on the track
That I'm banking on
If I unwind
I might just fall apart
I might just fall for his place
Get me, get me out
Out of this parking lot
Get me, get me out
A stray, no pay
A voice like Marvin Gaye
He's kicking pebbles on his gravestone
Looked up, and prayed
That I would fill his cup
I don't get payed until next Tuesday
I need a lead
To get me back on the track
That I'm banking on
If I unwind
I might just fall apart
I might just fall for this place
Get me, get me out
Out of this parking lot
Get me, get me out
Get me, get me out
Out of this parking lot
Get me, get me out
Get me, get me out
Out of this parking lot, parking lot, parking lot