like the dukes of hazard then clide yells out you stupid bastard start runnin through traffic and almost got hit i lost one of my shoes my air force
The colour-coded charts are spread, but we're still gliding deep into the red, the radio is dead every valve blown open. The radar screen flicks monochrome, air traffic
show as far as I can tell, so I paint my eyes a light green. The silver beams are twirling and swirling throughout your dreams like air traffic streams
We cannot think of being acceptable to others, untill we have first proven acceptable to ourselves Chamillionaire: Real recognize real, I don't expect
Dukes of Hazzard Then Clyde yells out 'You stupid bastard' Start runnin' through traffic and I almost got hit I lost one of my shoes, it's my Air Force
niggaz don't own a piece Grease is the word, Murray slides some pimp oil to me My lady friend sneaks my beer in the movie Throw your hands in the air,
traffic I wish I had a bumper car, I'd road-rage your ass with it I guess I have a choice I don't have to be this grumpy ?Cause there's plenty of other
a nose up in the air A wreck may be ahead But he don't mind Trouble comin' He don't see He just keeps his eye on me And any other thing that lies behind
are the suckers, not the natives. It was a hot June day, and my ass was sticking to the seat of my girlfriend's car. Staten Island traffic in the summer
Tinie Tempah - Pass Out] [Verse 1:] They say hello, they say aloha, they say bonjour I'm bout to kill this shit I think I need an encore These other
VERSE 1: They say hello, they say aloha, they say bonjour I?m bout to kill this shit I think I need an encore These other rappers need to focus on they
the man leads them gently into the dark, spacious trunk In the following days the girls are transferred into the trunks or several other cars by many other
out your but, i'd be floating in the toilet looking at you like what? if i was a pilot i'd be like air traffic control if i was john denver i'd be like
state Swingin' figure 8's, burnin rubber its hypo In the middle of the intersection, tryin to start up a side-show My mind go in other places cats dont
what is going on around me as I fall through the sky... this will come back to me a thousand times the sound of the wind would cripple the hearing of any other
travels through the skies With technicolor lights Terminating life in air Traffic regulation That snatch you against the pipe A hundred others watch
one night, GREGGERY was attacked by a RAGE OF HUNCHMEN! Making his way through the evening traffic, GREGGERY notices that the other vehicles which crowd