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Oct 2019
Up in the hills drive them curves
Park that coupe and drift them turns
Open the garage, seeing a mirage
No it is real, that car mine
I can feel, over time
Is this even real
From where did I steal
Cruise down Rodeo
The crew gonna bail
Cops behind our exhaust so loud
Stop us now you stuck in the crowd
We burnout free circling around
They gonna see us burning this town
Streets with marks, shredding tires
Meets with cars, bedtime I'm tired
Getting too late, back to the house
Going that way, exhaust so loud
Park that ride, lets shut down
We out
Up in the hills drive them curves
Park that coupe and drift them turns
Open the garage, seeing a mirage
No it is real, that car mine
We drifting around
We shifting down
We make that sound
I'm dreaming now
Stance so low
Hands on lets go
Drift that ride, take that turn and slide
Leave them behind, goodbye
Written by
Jordan Hudson
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