Fast Ride 文本歌词
作词 : Yelawolf
作曲 : Yelawolf
[Intro]
(You know my Uncle Critter said,
"You look like you been shot at and missed
************t at and hit"
[Hook]
On that ass, ************
Bumpin’ this funky-ass ************t to ride to
Yeah, and I be bumpin’ this funky-ass ************t to ride to
Yeah, on that ass, ************
And I be bumpin’ this funky-ass ************t to ride to
Trunk Muzik, bumpin’ this funky-ass ************t to ride to
[Verse 1]
Mello Yello can in my hand,
Mullet hawk, what?
Country folks don’t talk much
They just get to work : sawdust
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs, heat
Sleepin’ bag by the bricks: call me the fly, I’m on some ************t
Drum this out with two sticks
Soup a high school Coupe for new kicks
Zoom, raps make mummies jealous from a tomb
Knock twice if you feel it
Born to rip, I should’ve been
Perforated by the rings like a Mead notebook
************s want an artery blocked when I’m around
Circulated, nerds are in, Urkel made it
I’ll slap Urkel, take his lunch money
Punks they run from me, drunk and upset
But I don’t run clumsy, punch a perp’
A one, two, three: I’m at the Chelsea Hotel
Like Sid
Fast Ride LRC歌词
作词 : Yelawolf
作曲 : Yelawolf
[Intro]
(You know my Uncle Critter said,
"You look like you been shot at and missed
************t at and hit"
[Hook]
On that ass, ************
Bumpin’ this funky-ass ************t to ride to
Yeah, and I be bumpin’ this funky-ass ************t to ride to
Yeah, on that ass, ************
And I be bumpin’ this funky-ass ************t to ride to
Trunk Muzik, bumpin’ this funky-ass ************t to ride to
[Verse 1]
Mello Yello can in my hand,
Mullet hawk, what?
Country folks don’t talk much
They just get to work : sawdust
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs, heat
Sleepin’ bag by the bricks: call me the fly, I’m on some ************t
Drum this out with two sticks
Soup a high school Coupe for new kicks
Zoom, raps make mummies jealous from a tomb
Knock twice if you feel it
Born to rip, I should’ve been
Perforated by the rings like a Mead notebook
************s want an artery blocked when I’m around
Circulated, nerds are in, Urkel made it
I’ll slap Urkel, take his lunch money
Punks they run from me, drunk and upset
But I don’t run clumsy, punch a perp’
A one, two, three: I’m at the Chelsea Hotel
Like Sid