April One - Hundred Miles | Текст песни

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• April One
• Hundred Miles

Today will be cool party
And I'm ready for it
With me my crazy best friend
My car is rushing speed

chorus:
A hundred miles on center strip
At meeting with a drugs
A hundred miles on center strip
In pocket just ten bucks

Nobody will not stop me
My car is very fast
My engine was breaks out
And whiskey don't lose taste

From the wheels fells fire
Remaining just five streets
At cops we fuckin bury
I dream about tits

chorus:
A hundred miles on center strip
At meeting with a drugs
A hundred miles on center strip
In pocket just ten bucks

My fucking girlfriend left me
But I'm emptied on it
She fuckin dull and stupid
Give in I'm moving speed

chorus:
A hundred miles on center strip
At meeting with a drugs
A hundred miles on center strip
In pocket just ten bucks

I park my whellbarrow
Knock a few lights
You will have sorrow
If you want to fight

I sucked track of speedball
A little of a whells
In eyes all a durkness
To heaven kick one's heels