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Saturday, August 24, 2013

Cruisin' Bitches ~ Lyric ~ MobiusTripz

cruisin' my 89 f150 out on the highway,
sun setting colors and clouds basking in glory,
lady by my side we're listen' to country,
living the songs ourselves present real life stories.

chasing a dream trying to make a livin',
filled her up with gas gettin' ducks in a row,
I like wheelin' and dealin' and makin a buck,
working my own style so in the country i can take it slow.

a car payment has never or will be mine,
i like old jalopies that hum history in time,
odometer keeps clicking no liens just fine,
greasy fingers and cut scarred finger lines.

i talk to cars and know them well,
i redeem many from the pits of hell,
one last blast before outcast,
most these machines made to far outlast.

my 98 escort zx2,
practical and pretty sporty too,
mazda badged ford in perfect dichotomy,
and hundreds other cars I've driven too

94 lincoln mark viii beast,
luxury power feels so elite
cars make different attitudes,
4.6 liter dohc 285 hp in leather eludes.

drivin' these bitches up and down the road,
blessed and wrapped in old school steel,
when you buy that $ 50,000 ride you feel,
remember it's my baby at $ 650 twenty years time, a steal.