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matty mac - open road lyrics

i take a deep grip
hand on the throttle, a sweet little mama on my hips
keep your eyes on the coast, yeah, you don’t wanna miss it
i smell the ocean breeze, and i taste it on my lips
out in the florida heat, and i know that you’d feel this, feel this

it sounds odd, but i think that maybe i
am hearing voices as the trees go whizzing by

and it sure sounds like the open road is
telling me i should find a home by the coast, and
spend all my money on fine wine, and cigars, on
hot women at bars, and some watches and cars
without a probable cause
i dream big, it’s a habit of mine
i wanna be rich before i hit 29, and blow it all in one night

can’t stop me now
can’t stop me no-o-ow
can’t stop me now, now, now, now

it sounds odd, but i think that maybe i
am hearing voices as the trees go whizzing by

and it sure sounds like the open road is
telling me i should find a home by the coast, and
spend all my money on fine wine, and cigars, and
hot women at bars, and some watches and cars
without a probable cause
i wanna score an instagram hottie with that c-ke bottle body
she be holding down shotty while i drive my bugatti
gonna get a jet, and we’ll fly from l.a. to dubai
we’ll dive out in the sky with just no good reason why
that we’ll make love in the air ’cause, just, who cares?
i’m gonna get a yacht, and a jet ski, ride it with someone s-xy
find a vintage old chevy, paint it red like a cherry
park it inside my mansion with that stereo blasting
while my girls are all dancing, and i’m up late just laughing

it sounds odd, but i think that maybe i
am hearing voices as the trees go whizzing by

- matty mac lyrics

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