DRIVING RANGE/TEE OFF Lyrics by Triple One
Got tracks on tracks, yea that’s wax on wax
Her man be sad I broke that back in, and made it clap
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Got tracks on tracks, yea that’s wax on wax
Her man be sad I broke that back in, and made it clap
Eyes lock, blood rushing like a stream
I know that you want it babe
When you take me always I’ll carry over
Always I’m over, my friend
When you wipe your tears, do you wipe them just for me?
Dead, swear to god that I’m too dead
You best hope they pile all the steel from the free world on my grave
And put bolt in my stomach, cause when I go to hell no I won’t behave
Why’s it always in my head?
Why’s it always in my head?