Letras:
Drive By Thank You

: It was the hottest day in July and all along Santa Monica boulevard Cars were stood still and a gleaming metal tube Would stretch all the way from

words I say Thank you, I owe you something So I will be honest And tell you just how you make me feel. I tried to say I?m sorry? You never heard it from

words I say Thank you, I owe you something So I will be honest And tell you just how you make me feel. I tried to say I?m sorry? You never heard it from

the exit ramp By a scene from close encounters Out of the van Walk a straight line Lost count of the beers Somewhere around nine Drunk and driving, boy You

We thank you for blessings you've given us this day Things that, people don't even realize ARE blessings! The food you've given us to eat The cars you

had a sense of color and composition so magnificent and he said thank you please but your flattery is truly not becoming me. Your eyes are poor, you're blind, you

tell the day By the bottle that you drink And times when you're alone {i told ya you suck} all you do is think Cause i'm a cowboy {no you're a dick},

nigga) I low down and shifty, quickly call swifty, to do a drive-by on the ten speed with fifty, you feelin lucky squeeze, I catch you outside of chucky cheese, with you

I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper Make a record about doin drugs and name it after her (Oh thank you!) You know you blew up when the women