Bad Boys In Fast Cars

Текст песни The Boy Illinois - Bad Boys In Fast Cars

Bad Boys In Fast Cars Lyrics[Intro: The Boy Illinois]
She'll be on her
She'll be on her
She'll be on her, she'll be on her way
She'll be on her
She'll be on her
She'll be on her, she'll be on her way

[Verse 1: The Boy Illinois]
She say she on the way and said that BS can wait
They say we don't belong together whenever we in the states
And she say I'm a trip but take a trip anyway
And whenever we fly we always hate TSA
Everything real on her we check bags every day
And we always escape to a far away place
Ain't got no love for the hate ain't got no time for the lies
Cause I swear that it flies when we three hours behind
[Hook]
Girl you know what I'm on
Take to long than I'm gone
This don't last forever time ticking like a time bomb
Girl you know what I'm on
Take to long than I'm gone
This don't last forever time ticking like a time bomb
And she say she had a blast
All around the team cause we all about our cash
And you know its live young and die fast
But we do it faster
She like riding with bad boys in fast cars
We grind till we cut the lights on
And ball like we out the strike zone
We grind till we cut the lights on
And ball like we out the strike zone
And she say she had a blast
All around the team cause we all about our cash
And you know its live young and die fast
But we do it faster
She like riding with bad boys in fast cars

[Verse 2]
Whenever we travel we spend currency on couture
But we always know its nothing richer than our culture
Our parents from both shores and survived both wars
Back we they use to support locally owned stores
Papa was a merchant Mama had us working
But it's kinda hard when your leader is a serpent
So we got older and said we wouldn't be used
One thing about us rebels we don't follow no rules
Strap up like NRA and we strike every day
What the fuck do we care they want us dead anyway
From the teachings of Malcolm and Kwame Ture
Ain't got no love for the hate so fuck the CIA
COINTELPRO on the way ain't got no time for too late
Raging against the machine is like russian roulette
With precious metals and golds tucked away in a cave
And an escape route if they find out where we stay, so hey
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