Letra de Way Too High (2010) - Muscadine Bloodline

"Nice tires on the 'Ghini, you should wanna king me

Brain-dead flow, vegetable, zucchini

I live on the beach, she walk around in her bikini

Girls are like school, and I cut 'em like seniors

I'm here to distinguish the bears.. hahaha”

Me and B. Rich would head to Hurley for a week’s worth of Grizzly Straight

Turning eighteen was the magic number to buy it over that state line

Twenty ten was a time ago turning down dirt Johnson roads

You could tell Trey’s house was the place to go from the trucks lined up outside

We were black and mild’s and swisher sweets, Lil Wayne on a burnt CD

Up and down them Theodore streets, in a truck up way too high

Got ‘cha Baker boys looking for a fight, meet us over at the pit tonight

Half a case of warm Busch Light, in a truck up way too high

Me and C. Dub and Colby Rodgers, taped wrists and cowboy collars

Locked arms walking to the fifty for the flip on Friday night

We were too cool for school and too cool for Prom

Skipped the dance cause the rut was on

Living like we won’t live long but a country boy can survive

With some black and mild’s and swisher sweets, Lil Wayne on a burnt CD

Up and down them Theodore streets, in a truck up way too high

Got ‘cha Baker boys looking for a fight, meet us over at the pit tonight

Half a case of warm Busch Light, in a truck up way too high

¿Te encanta la letra de Way Too High (2010)? ¡Compártela con tus amigos!