I've been cruising slow
So you can spot the cargo
Got a baddie riding passenger
She hold onto the cannon
And if she blow a kiss
I bet this bish
Won't leave you standing
That's a sawed off
Shit could spark off
Like Jo Jo Dancer
I been chasing
Slapping pavement till the rubber pop
Watching hands spin on a broken clock
And I'm out of time
Don't know why I keep faith in these songs
And I lost my mind to the grind
Of the steal and asphalt
And I f*cking blew it
Lost my chance so now I'm ruined
It's my fault I'm in this sewage
Like I ain't dumb
You ain't here for music
I ain't on cause niggas refuse it
Like I ain't on cause niggas refuse it
Pimp my soul out
For the low now
Get the coins for these loins
'Fore it's sold out
Pimp my soul out
For the low now
Get the coins for these loins
'Fore it's sold out
Road to Babylon
The whips on autopilot
Space cruising calm
I don't stress the mileage
Brought my soul along
Trying to find a buyer
She a filthy blonde
F*ck her till you tired
You could f*ck me for a fee
Break me a piece of your misery
And leave with a Symphony
'Nah, mean?
You could feed me all your secrets
And only see me on weekends
When you feeling like freaking
'Nah, mean?
Probably not
Then drop me off at the next stop
You ain't plot on getting rich
You f*cking X-Box
Gaming with your sorry ass
You f*cking kick rocks
Pimp my soul out
For the low now
Get the coins for these loins
'Fore it's sold out
Pimp my soul out
For the low now
Get the coins for these loins
'Fore it's sold out
Road to Babylon
The whips on autopilot
Space cruising calm
I don't stress the mileage
Brought my soul along
Trying to find a buyer
She a filthy blonde
F*ck her till you tired
Road to Babylon
The whips on autopilot
Space cruising calm
I don't stress the mileage
Brought my soul along
Trying to find a buyer
She a filthy blonde
F*ck her till you tired
LoveSeat - RoadKill Lyrics
LoveSeat - RoadKill Lyrics
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I've been cruising slow
So you can spot the cargo
Got a baddie riding passenger
She hold onto the cannon
And if she blow a kiss
I bet this bish
Won't leave you standing
That's a sawed off
Shit could spark off
Like Jo Jo Dancer
I been chasing
Slapping pavement till the rubber pop
Watching hands spin on a broken clock
And I'm out of time
Don't know why I keep faith in these songs
And I lost my mind to the grind
Of the steal and asphalt
And I f*cking blew it
Lost my chance so now I'm ruined
It's my fault I'm in this sewage
Like I ain't dumb
You ain't here for music
I ain't on cause niggas refuse it
Like I ain't on cause niggas refuse it
Pimp my soul out
For the low now
Get the coins for these loins
'Fore it's sold out
Pimp my soul out
For the low now
Get the coins for these loins
'Fore it's sold out
Road to Babylon
The whips on autopilot
Space cruising calm
I don't stress the mileage
Brought my soul along
Trying to find a buyer
She a filthy blonde
F*ck her till you tired
You could f*ck me for a fee
Break me a piece of your misery
And leave with a Symphony
'Nah, mean?
You could feed me all your secrets
And only see me on weekends
When you feeling like freaking
'Nah, mean?
Probably not
Then drop me off at the next stop
You ain't plot on getting rich
You f*cking X-Box
Gaming with your sorry ass
You f*cking kick rocks
Pimp my soul out
For the low now
Get the coins for these loins
'Fore it's sold out
Pimp my soul out
For the low now
Get the coins for these loins
'Fore it's sold out
Road to Babylon
The whips on autopilot
Space cruising calm
I don't stress the mileage
Brought my soul along
Trying to find a buyer
She a filthy blonde
F*ck her till you tired
Road to Babylon
The whips on autopilot
Space cruising calm
I don't stress the mileage
Brought my soul along
Trying to find a buyer
She a filthy blonde
F*ck her till you tired
So you can spot the cargo
Got a baddie riding passenger
She hold onto the cannon
And if she blow a kiss
I bet this bish
Won't leave you standing
That's a sawed off
Shit could spark off
Like Jo Jo Dancer
I been chasing
Slapping pavement till the rubber pop
Watching hands spin on a broken clock
And I'm out of time
Don't know why I keep faith in these songs
And I lost my mind to the grind
Of the steal and asphalt
And I f*cking blew it
Lost my chance so now I'm ruined
It's my fault I'm in this sewage
Like I ain't dumb
You ain't here for music
I ain't on cause niggas refuse it
Like I ain't on cause niggas refuse it
Pimp my soul out
For the low now
Get the coins for these loins
'Fore it's sold out
Pimp my soul out
For the low now
Get the coins for these loins
'Fore it's sold out
Road to Babylon
The whips on autopilot
Space cruising calm
I don't stress the mileage
Brought my soul along
Trying to find a buyer
She a filthy blonde
F*ck her till you tired
You could f*ck me for a fee
Break me a piece of your misery
And leave with a Symphony
'Nah, mean?
You could feed me all your secrets
And only see me on weekends
When you feeling like freaking
'Nah, mean?
Probably not
Then drop me off at the next stop
You ain't plot on getting rich
You f*cking X-Box
Gaming with your sorry ass
You f*cking kick rocks
Pimp my soul out
For the low now
Get the coins for these loins
'Fore it's sold out
Pimp my soul out
For the low now
Get the coins for these loins
'Fore it's sold out
Road to Babylon
The whips on autopilot
Space cruising calm
I don't stress the mileage
Brought my soul along
Trying to find a buyer
She a filthy blonde
F*ck her till you tired
Road to Babylon
The whips on autopilot
Space cruising calm
I don't stress the mileage
Brought my soul along
Trying to find a buyer
She a filthy blonde
F*ck her till you tired
Writer: Henry Rudolph
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