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HOLLEY 750 YOU KNOW THAT HOLLEY 4-JET POWER IS MY ONE AND ONLY GOAL. OPEN UP THE THROTTLE, LET THE GAS AIR MIXTURE FLOW. BOLT THE CARBURETOR TO THE INTAKE MANIFOLD. 750 CFM IS GOLD. HOLLEY 750, MAN. I GOT THE ROCKIN' INTAKE SYSTEM, GOT THE GALAXIE THAT FLIES. HIGH PERFORMANCE, RACIN' CAM RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES. 700 HORSES TEARIN' ASS ON DOWN THE ROAD.
JUST GOT BACK FROM FAYETTEVILE, I USED TO CALL IT HOME. MY BACK IS BROKE, MY HEAD IS HURT. I'M FEELING SO ALONE. YEAH, MAN, JUST LIKE THE LAST TIME MY BRAIN IS IN A SLING. MAN, JUST LIKE THE LAST TIME I NEED A FUCKIN' STING. RELAPSE. FIRST IT'S DOWN TO CAITLIN'S. SHE OPENS UP THE DOOR. GIVE HER 50 DOLLARS MAN. SO I CAN FINALLY SCORE. THAN IT'S DOWN TO DONNY'S. HE'S WAITING THERE FOR ME. SHOOTIN' UP IN THE BATHROOM IN MY MOPAR SUPER BEE. ALRIGHT NOW. RELAPSE. HOPE ANOTHER EIGHTH WILL GET ME RIGHT.
I GAVE YOU SOMETHING YOU NEVER THOUGHT YOU'D HAVE. THINK ABOUT THAT ACHE IN THE BACK OF YOUR THIGHS BUT YOU SAY IT'S ALRIGHT. THIS LOVE IS RUNNIN' LIKE MY CAR, MY GALAXIE 500. DON'T TRY TO ESCAPE. 124 M.P.H. MY DARLING. I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND. THIS DRUG THAT MAKES ME FEEL SO GOOD.
EVERY DAU'S ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER DAY IN SIN. SPREAD HER DIRTY LEGS FOR YOU AND LET YOU SLIDE IT IN. I KNOW THAT THE MEAT TASTES SWEETER ON THE OTHER SIDE, BUT I GOT EVERYTHING I NEED. I NEVER EVEN TRIED. HORNY FUCKIN' SLUT, SHE'S JUST A HORNY FUCKIN' SLUT. THREATENING TO TEAR HER UP. A SPECIAL LITTLE BITCH. LET'S ME TAKE IT OUT ON HER JUST WHEN I GET THE ITCH. AFTER NUMBER SIX I HAD ANOTHER CIGARETTE. REACHED AROUND AND REALIZED THE FLOOR WAS GETTIN' WET...
I'M SO TENED IN I FEEL LEFT OUT. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M ALL ABOUT. I TALK TOO MUCH, I NEVER SHUT UP. CAN'T YOU SEE, I'M DRINKIN' FROM FROM A BROKEN CUP. I CAN'T DRIVE A CAR. SO I GRAB A METRO BUS, AND I DRIVE IT REAL, REAL FAR. C'MON BABY, LET ME SHOW YOU HOW. BE LIKE ME. COME ON AND JUST TUNE OUT. I'M TUNED OUT. I KNOW EVERY ONE. BUT THEY ALL KNOW THAT SOMETIMES MAN, I JUST AIN'T NO FUN.
WOKE UP THIS MORNING AND CRAWLED OUT OF BED. EIGHT DAYS OF SICKNESS. I'M BETTER OFF DEAD.
YOU BETTER NOT START THAT CAR. I'M A MOTHERFUCKER WHEN I GET BEHIND THE WHEEL, I'M A LOSER, I'M AN ASSHOLE AND I DON'T KNOW HOW TO FEEL.
WELL NOW DOWN DEEP IN THE OZARKS MAN, THERE WERE I WAS BORN, MY GRANDFATHER OWNED A STILL AND RAISED A FIELD OF CORN. HE TOLD ME BOY, YOU GONNA CARRY ON THIS FAMILY TRADITION, THEN HE WILLED ME THE STILL PLUS ALL THE GUNS AND AMMUNITION. YOU BETTER START RUNNIN' WHEN THE BULLETS START TO FLY. YOU BETTER UNDERSTAND YOU FACE FLASH IN THE SKY. I'M RUNNIN' SHINE. MY GRANDFATHER TAUGHT ME ALL THE SECRETS OF THE TRADE, HE TAUGHT ME HOW TO DRINK AND SELL THE BEST OF WHAT I MADE. HE TAUGHT ME HOW TO UTILIZE THE GUNS AND AMMUNTION AND HE ATAUGHT ME HOW TO DEAL WITH THOSE WHO ENVIED MY POSITION. ONE DAY SHERIFF GERALD COLTRANE CAME A KNOCKIN' AT MY DOOR, HE TOLD ME YOU WON'T BE MAKIN' THAT CORN LIQUOR NO MORE. I FINALLY GOT TO UTILIZE THE GUNS AND AMMUNITION AND I FINALLY GOT TO DEAL WITH WHOSE WHO ENVIED MY POSITION.
HOW YOU GONNA GET RID OF ME, YOU CAN'T GET RID OF ME. STILL WATCHIN' YOUR T.V. STILL SMOKIN' YOUR CIGARETTES. WHENEVER YOU NEED ABUSE, YOU'LL KNOW JUST WHERE I'LL BE. SICK OF MY BULLSHIT AND MY INSANITY.
SCHMIDT VALUE PACK. EVERYBODYS FAVORITE. YEAH, IMPOSSIBLE, I'M DRUNK YEAH. YEAH.
MY HAIR FELL OUT IN GREAT BIG HEAPS. THERE IS NO HOPE FOR MY FUCKIN' TEETH. MAYBE SOMEDAY I'LL LEARN. AND MY RIGHT LEG KEEPS GOIN' OUT. AND I THINK MY LEFT HAND GOT THE GOUTE. MAYBE SOMEDAY I'LL LEARN. BUT FOR NOW I JUST KEEP BLOWIN' OF TODAY. AND I'M NOT WHAT YOU'D CALL REAL, REAL SMART. AND I DON'T KNOW JACK SHIT ABOUT ART. YOU SAY MY GUITAR SHE WON'T TAKE ME FAR, BUT I LOVE HANGIN' OUT IN THHOSE SLEAZY BARS. MAYBE SOMEDAY I'LL LEARN. BUT FOR NOW I JUST KEEP BLOWIN' OF TODAY. AND I GOT THIS REAL FUCKED UP PHONE JOB, SO IT'S YOUR HOUSE NEXT THAT I GONNA ROB. AND I NEVER CAN STAY OUT OFF JAIL, CAUSE I NEVER CAN MAKE THE GOD DAMNED BAIL. AND I HAVE A HARD TIME TRYIN' COPE. SO I TEND TO DO WAY TO MUCH DOPE. AND I CAN'T GO ON MUCH LONGER THIS WAY. ALL MY FRIENDS THINK I TURNED GAY. MAYBE SOMEDAY I'LL LEARN. BUT FOR NOW I JUST KEEP BLOWIN' OF TODAY.
MY BABY IS A WRECKIN MACHINE. SPOONFUL OF SOUL. DON'T YOU KNOW? LISTENING TO FRIGHTWIG, TRASHIN' ALL MY NEW RIGS. MY DILAUDID MILKSHAKE. OPERATION CLAM BAKE.
NOBODY CAN TAKE MY CAR. NOBODY CAN MAKE IT THIS FAR. GO! GO! NOBODY CAN TAKE MY CAR. NOBODY ON THIS HIGHWAY, NOBODY CAN KEEP ME AT BAY. GO! GO! NOBODY CAN TAKE MY CAR. ON THIS HIGHWAY I'M A HIGHWAY STAR |
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