Текст песни 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
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