作词 : Mitchell Brown
作曲 : Mitchell Brown
Yes, I’m ready who’s asking
Brand new me, new jacket
Head out the window while I’m moving thru traffic
Yelling out, when I go past em
Yeah I talk to God I don’t talk to my pastor
Can we get some good weather please Mr. Forecaster
Play better music radio broadcaster
Why the ** does all the bad news gotta move faster
Yeah I’m on tour baby hit me on the FaceTime
Real thug I don’t cry during the day time, yeah
I be dancing in the moonlight
1972 is what the mood like, and
What’s 15 minutes of fame
I need at least an hour for I leave this stage
I wanna go where everybody know my name
I close my eyes and I find that place, welcome home
If this car could talk it’d tell me "Go now
Count the streetlights on the way out
Crack my window and play me too loud
And then grab the gas, and light the match
And burn this whole town, don’t you turn ‘round
Make a get a way
If this car could talk it’d tell me "Go now
Count the streetlights on the way out
Crack my window and play me too loud
And then grab the gas, and light the match
And burn this whole town, don’t you turn ‘round
Make a get a way
If this car could talk it’d tell me "Go now
Count the streetlights on the way out
Crack my window and play me too loud
And then grab the gas, and light the match
And burn this whole town, don’t you turn ‘round (Make a get a way)
Leave all the lights on, lock the door
Close all the windows, light the stove
Burn every picture on the floor
And then grab the gas, and light the match
And burn this whole town, don’t you turn ‘round
Leave all the lights on, lock the door
Close all the windows, light the stove
Burn every picture on the floor
And then grab the gas, and light the match
And burn this whole town, don’t you turn ‘round
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