The crickets and the cars
And the heat of the stars
Running down the street
Hopping the bars
A trap beat
Rustling sheets
Wherever you may be
Rollin windows down as we speed around
Kendrick and Kesha and ATL
Mac and Butch Walker and Frank's Golden Girl
The smell of gasoline
Clink of rings on my feet
When they scream at us to get out of the street
Kisses and moans and gimme more's
Cash register chimes cause I bought one to match yours
Cryin in the bathroom and baby got sick
When I gotta fall asleep
That does the trick
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 10:46 PM UTC
The crickets and the cars
And the heat of the stars
Running down the street
Hopping the bars
A trap beat
Rustling sheets
Wherever you may be
Rollin windows down as we speed around
Kendrick and Kesha and ATL
Mac and Butch Walker and Frank's Golden Girl
The smell of gasoline
Clink of rings on my feet
When they scream at us to get out of the street
Kisses and moans and gimme more's
Cash register chimes cause I bought one to match yours
Cryin in the bathroom and baby got sick
When I gotta fall asleep
That does the trick
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