Letra de Jeep - Kim Petras

Pick me up in a beat-up Jeep

Yeah, the little two-seater that he got for cheap

I know I called too late, I just couldn't sleep

Yeah, my mind's been racing 'bout a couple things

Drivin' down to the bar, order up some drinks

And you look so pretty when you talk to me

He's like a Jack and Coke, he's a little sweet

Little rough around the edges when he needs to be

Your mama thinks I'm bad for you

Your friends all think you're bad for me

And if I have another drink

And you keep staring back at me

Well, we been down this road before

And we both know where it leads

'Cause we got history

And history repeats

Fuck

Check, check

Check, check

Check, check

Pick you up in a beat-up jeep

Yeah, the one my dad's been driving since the 70s

I was already up, I just couldn't sleep

Yeah, my mind's been bouncing off amphetamines

Drivin' down to the bar, order up some drinks

And you look so pretty when you talk to me

You're like a Long Island iced tea

You're too sweet, fuck

Your mama thinks I'm bad for you

Your friends all think you're bad for me

And if I have another drink

And you keep staring back at me

Well, we been down this road before

And we both know where it leads

'Cause we got history

We got history

We got history

And history repeats

Pew

We can just drive around

Listen to techno

Listen to Eminem

Listen to Slipknot

Sex in the parking lot, gas station

Maybe you can buy a new shirt there too

Go totally incognito, yeah

Go to the middle America shit

Do some middle American shit or some shit

We can just drive around

Drink some Four Lokos

Drink some Long Island iced tea

Drink some Monster, the white one

Kicking that can around

Kicking that can around

Kicking that can around

Kicking that can around

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