Black Lips - Drugs | Текст песни

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Ran outta 'tude and my nose is a runny
I like you lots, but you think that I'm a dummy
Can I pick you up with me and my buddies and chill?

We're aimin' down in my Plymouth Baracouda
Huffin' and a puffin' on that BC Buddah
Don't worry 'bout it, sugar, you got nothin' to lose

Come along and take a ride with me
I'll make some space in my dirty back seat
I'll break the credence, push the pedal to the metal round town

We'll laugh about this tomorrow
It's times like this I hope will follow