Gym Class Heroes - Taxi driver

Tekst :

I took cutie for a ride in my death cab
She tipped me with a kiss I dropped her off at the meth lab
Before she left she made a dashboard confessional
And spilled her guts in cursive but whats worse is
I could still see her bright eyes like sunny day real estate
Oh my and in a funny way it irritates
So high but no chance
My little chemical romance left a bad taste in my mouth
But I imposed her like hey mercedes why the long face
Why you cryin? theres no need
Just put on this coheed and fall out
Boy meets girl jimmy eat world
But Schlep eats pills till hes all out
Not once not twice she was thrice times a lady
Mackin on brand new, but I had to
Bounce over to the postal service system to
Pick up these pills that take care of my nervousness
And all the way I saw planes that were mistooken for stars
She played games but she took em too far
At the drive in
Watching soft porn and you can tell
By the trail of the dead, that there was somethin in the popcorn
I hop in my cab destination midtown
Just to get up with some kids that like to get down
I d made my rounds and that was that
In between the frowns and scraps and heart attacks
And I remember I seen her ass in early november
On a thursday taking back sunday for a refund
She shot a wink like no hard feelings
Then she jet into brazil man them pills had me spoon

This is the story of the year right here
This is hot water music
Put ya ramen into it

Inne utwory

  • Za intro
  • On my own time
  • The boomerang theory
  • Eighty-five
  • Crab apple kids
  • Food for mic skills
  • Good vibrations
  • Extra extra
  • Pillmatic
  • Take a look at my girlfriend
  • Shell shock
  • Under the bridge
  • Viva la white girl
  • Boomerang theory
  • A beautiful day
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