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letra de roadkill - loveseat

[verse 1:]
i’ve been cruising slow
so you can spot the cargo
got a baddie riding passenger
she hold onto the cannon
and if she blow a kiss
i bet this bish
won’t leave you standing
that’s a sawed off
sh-t could spark off
like jo jo dancer
i been chasing (i’ve been chasing)
slapping pavement till the rubber pop (pop)
watching hands spin on a broken clock (spin it up, spin it up)
and i’m out of time
don’t know why i keep faith in these songs (nah)
and i lost my mind to the grind
of the steal and asphalt (skrrt)
and i f-cking blew it (blew it, blew it)
lost my chance so now i’m ruined
it’s my fault i’m in this sewage
like i ain’t dumb
you ain’t here for music
i ain’t on cause n-ggas refuse it
(one more time)
likе i ain’t on cause n-ggas refuse it
(rеversed: one more time)
[pre-chorus:]
pimp my soul out (pimp it, pimp it)
for the low now (for the low)
get the coins for these loins
‘fore it’s sold out (mmm, hmm)
pimp my soul out (pimp it, pimp it)
for the low now (for the low)
get the coins for these loins
‘fore it’s sold out (mmm, hmm)

[chorus:]
road to babylon
the whips on autopilot
sp-ce cruising calm
i don’t stress the mileage
brought my soul along
trying to find a buyer
she a filthy blonde
f-ck her till you tired

[verse 2:]
you could f-ck me for a fee
break me a piece of your misery
and leave with a symphony
‘nah, mean? (‘nah, mean?)
you could feed me all your secrets
and only see me on weekends
when you feeling like freaking
‘nah, mean? (‘nah, mean?)
probably not (f-ck sh-t)
then drop me off at the next stop (next stop)
you ain’t plot on getting rich
you f-cking x-box
gaming with your sorry ass
you f-cking kick rocks (yuh, yuh)
[pre-chorus:]
pimp my soul out (pimp it, pimp it)
for the low now (for the low)
get the coins for these loins
‘fore it’s sold out (mmm, hmm)
pimp my soul out (pimp it, pimp it)
for the low now (for the low)
get the coins for these loins
‘fore it’s sold out (mmm, hmm)

[chorus:]
road to babylon
the whips on autopilot (skrrt, skrrt)
sp-ce cruising calm
i don’t stress the mileage (mmm, hmm)
brought my soul along
trying to find a buyer (mmm, hmm)
she a filthy blonde
f-ck her till you tired (f-ck it up, f-ck it up)

road to babylon
the whips on autopilot (skrrt, skrrt)
sp-ce cruising calm
i don’t stress the mileage (mmm, hmm)
brought my soul along
trying to find a buyer (mmm, hmm)
she a filthy blonde
f-ck her till you tired

- loveseat

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