little valley by the river where we'd ride But I was high on a mountain, when daddy let me drive Daddy let me drive, oh he let me drive She's just an
just thought that you should know You are always on my mind And I can never let you go, not even if I try I can fill the deepest valleys with all the
'm walkin' through, I'm walkin' through A valley of pain I'm walkin' through, I'm walkin' through A valley of pain I'm walkin' through, I'm walkin' through A valley
know Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo? Lambo-o-oh Lambo-o-oh your Daddy's Lambo? Lambo-o-oh Lambo-o-oh Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo? [Yelawolf - Verse
Chorus (x2) I sell chickens They finger lickin Mash potatoes, french fries And they came with a biscuit Trap house a drive thru Dying to serve you Ready
I'd play the Red River Valley And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry And run his fingers through seventy years of livin' And wonder, "Lord, has ever'
Busta. You know we got style When it comes to shootouts Boogie Brown is here don't fear The clear just step to it. Now I drive Come alive from the bottom
track As a matter of fact, I'm all that So, ring around the Rosie, oopsy, daisy Topsy turvy, you never heard of me, you don't deserve me Fly like Knievel, drive
Money starts to pile, honeys start to wild Top notch drop top make everything he drop hot He dream, visualize, plot and scheme Got the cream legally without the beam Witcha fire eye drive
My fairy tale - psychotic Lifespan - infinity I am, ORGANIC ELECTRICITY Equality and harmony - transmit Contact shockwave - I'M HIT! Program exchange - compute Reformat hard drive
the pacific I feel the look terrific Hitting switches in a classic Chevy Impala watch me tip it The sun is shining and couldn't be brighter I'm rolling down valley
threw her out the back door The bitch thought it was a cake drive She said, ?Drive me to the city, so I dropped her off at lakeside? You driving me home
curtains! Locced in my motherfuckin head Gotta play connect-the-dots with my infrared You in danger, Mr Gangbanger It ain't cool to take nappy from a stranger Wit'cha drive
Killa Kali is the state of the drive by) Mothers on they knees Wit' tears in they eyes, why? ('Cuz Killa Kali is the state of the drive by) It's Killa
curtains Locoed in my motherfuckin' head Gotta play connect-the-dots with my infrared You in danger, Mr. Gangbanger It ain't cool to take nappy from a stranger Wit'cha drive
It's not like I'm walking alone into the valley of the shadow of death Stand beside one another 'cause it ain't over yet I'd be willing to bet that if
right Be the ball, gonna see the world tonight Be the ball, hell-bent, damn, we love to drive We love to drive We love to drive Drive Be the ball,
life And maybe eat some steak with my beans and rice A place where my kids can play outside Without livin' in fear of a drive-by And even if I get away from them drive