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john william flautist - night drive lyrics

[verse 1]:
k!lling season
mud on my hands
bullets, and battles i got blood on the flag
soccer moms picket lines in these wicked times
big cars, blue stripes thats a short change
want the whole block, whole city, whole state
the rats can’t eat cause it’s no waste
cash wash the bundles on the corner
put them in stores, and put buckles on them
paint job tada, four thirty four lines, two eighty five
we on this night slide
we on a night drive, the paint job tada, big tuna in the point
eddiе’s put the rubies off in my first gold
drive until thе sun gone, the roof came back
blow snowb+lls, cruising on ninety
wear my shades at night the chrome so shiny

[chorus]:
you can never see me
even in the shadow of death
i gotta win cause i hear my heart beating my chest
take a drive through the city just to clear your head
remember who you start with, won’t be in the end
sometimes you need a night drive
yea
sometimes you need a night drive
yea
[verse 2]:
sl!ck gipp since the girls had the big hips
sl!ck gipp since the players called they bo whips
sl!ck gipp had the drops top moon roof
blowing moon rocks riding down peach tree
decatur still greater, still getting at the paper
spagetti junction got the whole city jumping
live like six flags on the south side
slide with the braves when we on the northside
stone mountain the altuna the fishing good
but head all the way to the backwoods
money sweet, riding through these georgia streets
looking at my georgia peach
it’s just a night slide night ride, welcome to candy land
home of candy paint, land of the moonshine
clocks with no time, two eighty five

[chorus]:
you can never see me
even in the shadow of death
i gotta win cause i hear my heart beating my chest
take a drive through the city just to clear your head
remember who you start with, won’t be in the end
sometimes you need a night drive
yea
sometimes you need a night drive
yea
[verse 3]:
crawling out the gutter
oozing through the sewage
we flying down campbellton the flautist, and the mutant
got the thing tuck low, liquid loud on chill
bringing tears down your face like when luke left will even still
granted ear to ear steady laughing
shooters in the wing, neither one into grabbing
cold to the soul, rotten to the core
they line them up, and drop them, and call it connect fours
now we riding through the westside, block still hot
but i’m clutching two nines like i’m hugging jj watt
got burn on the beat so you know it ain’t no stopping me
they bowing to me like martin did the hashi tashi
goons still creeping though, they love to lurk
but they don’t catch me when black tony report to work
so we finish up the night drive, still bumping sky high
gotta rep the westside, two two five certified

- john william flautist lyrics

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