[Verse One: Yelawolf]
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I just popped some pills,
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And all I want to do is not to feel,
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Like a fucking ball on a soccer field,
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¡®Cause everybody seems so not for real.
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While this moon is up,
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I want to ride around with you in the trunk.
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I hope you don¡¯t mind I assumed you was,
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¡®Cause I went and got a room for us.
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So let¡¯s drink some drinks,
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Until we get so drunk we can¡¯t wait,
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To pull each other¡¯s clothes off and get naked,
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And make the motherfucking Chevy shake.
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[Verse Two: Yelawolf]
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Now I¡¯m feeling fine,
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In my 1979,
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Trunk full of knock and the cup with the lime,
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And I think that it¡¯s about that time.
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So give me a shot.
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I¡¯ma take it up to the mountain top,
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Or we could make it bounce in the parking lot,
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Straight up in the police parking spot, fuck the cops.
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We can roll,
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All over the city we can go,
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Everywhere you want to creeping low,
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Baby I just want to beat the show.
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So fuck that boom,
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¡®Cause I got the Chevy engine tuned,
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And I¡¯ll keep it running just for you,
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While we illegally screw.
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Box Chevy (Part 4)
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Yelawolf |