She came over about 5 past 7, She was tall around 5?11, And I was high as a kite by then, She promised me everything, And she promised thick and thin
to a seven mile drive through in mcdonalds and pile drive you i've got the power to snap the driver out of his zeddy bower while he drives by it ninety miles
a charming and eccentric loving father She was praised as the perfect teenage girl And everyone thought highly of her And she tried everyday With endless drive
school But her father changed jobs And we cried together As her plane was flying away Well the phone never was enough For us to hold on to Now every mile that I drive
he drives a truck and he makes time on his side but water splashes from his flaps for miles and 3 am only at five in the dark as he moves away hey hey
high, stay fly For the city Live good, Stay right For the city I'm from the city of angels Everybody gotta' drive, So the streets is dangerous For the city Drive
wanna light i got the torch im the best california a north for any n***** puttin flamed on a porche and never drive on bitch your gunna die on san quinn for and five
rrrrrrrah! A castle in the sky, one mile high Built to shelter the rich and greedy Rows of eyes, disguised as windows Lookin DOWN on the poor and the needy Miles
all the clout A day in the life of a Kottonmouth King, 1605 (fool pass me the thing) Now the stereo is off, I sway, push play You hear Humble Gods from a mile
on my lap so they don't catch me getting brain. Flying high in the sky in that mile high club, I think I'm 'bout to pass on that mile high grub, 'cause
Sure enough that girl was real, sittin' in my truck Said I know a place called the Broken Wheel where we can try our luck Five miles north of 66, behind
: At this wheel I'd drive the earth for her Every carriageway a mile for her These five gears and wheels could drive to her But this carriageway can't take me there Drivin' at ninety miles
Getcha hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do' I represent honies with money fly guys with gems Drive with the tints that be thirty-five percent
Schenker Lyrics: Klaus Meine, Wolfgang Dziony, Lothar Heimberg Yeah, count to five And I will start my car for a ride Yeah, a hundred miles And I will
found in a moat Flotin around drowned face down in a boat I'll pile five dudes in a pinto and pull up to the 7 Mile drive-through at McDonald's and
