Текст песни Til The Gas Runs Out - Lynx 196.9
Bout
take
it
out
wash
the
whip
Hit
the
strip
rims
shining
immaculate
Mary
Jane
I'm
trying
quit
yeah
them
cancer
sticks
Got
my
medical
card
so
everything
legit
Scroll
the
menu
online
then
I
take
a
pick
Government
regulated
no
seeds
in
it
Seasoned
by
the
seasons
greeting
my
kings
I
need
a
queen
to
match
the
way
a
brother
swing
Own
plans
motivated
associate
Come
together
no
stress
just
success
Quiet
riot
yo
she
got
me
possessed
Horses
from
the
fortress
follow
my
footstep
Quietest
kept
freshly
pressed
godly
goddess
Shift
gear
new
year
hard
to
digest
The
politics
your
highness
switch
the
climate
Tires
deep
pile
a
shit
built
in
mileage
Ride
with
me
Ninety
five
high
enjoy
the
ride
Crack
the
windows
a
little
out
inside
Gassed
out
destination
Chinese
eyes
Super
size
thighs
it
be
better
if
you
drive
Drop
the
top
let
them
watch
little
breeze
needed
Ray
bands
hide
the
fact
that
a
nigga
weeded
Beat
it
Billy
Jane
no
secret
MJ's
greatest
hit
leaked
ish
No
keys
push
start
peep
the
sequence
Automatic
manual
options
we
frequent
Spot
less
visit
exit
that
tree
scent
Linger
for
a
hour
you
can
smell
where
we
went
And
about
to
go
until
the
gas
runs
low
Fuck
them
nicely
a
little
furlough
Red
and
blue
lights
expect
the
po
po
Interrupting
no
no
guess
time
to
go
gold
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