Lyric Context Universe
we'll run forever
outta here ridin' the wheels
look at pretty windows
we'll run forever
outta here ridin' the wheels
look at pretty windows
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ridin dirty
straight up dedicated to the cadillacs
start
ridin dirty
straight up dedicated to the cadillacs
smokin' dro
ridin' high!
ridin' high! ridin' high! ridin' high!
smokin' dro
ridin' high!
ridin' high! ridin' high! ridin' high!
i'm gonna find you
i'm ridin' ridin'
pass your mama's house
i'm gonna find you
i'm ridin' ridin'
pass your mama's house
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i'm sittin' on this train and i'm ridin' home
ridin' home
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i'm sittin' on this train and i'm ridin' home
ridin' home
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i'm ridin slow
i'm ridin slow
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i'm ridin slow
i'm ridin slow
nobody knew just-a which one switch
i'm ridin'
ridin' on the l&n
nobody knew just-a which one switch
i'm ridin'
ridin' on the l&n
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ridin' the bluegrass express
ridin' the bluegrass express
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ridin' the bluegrass express
ridin' the bluegrass express
no more clouds in the sky
how'm i ridin'? i'm ridin' high!
someone i love
no more clouds in the sky
how'm i ridin'? i'm ridin' high!
someone i love
but we row the boat of lightnin' through the sky
you and i we're ridin' high
you and i we're ridin' high
but we row the boat of lightnin' through the sky
you and i we're ridin' high
you and i we're ridin' high
we slingin' mud up in the air
while we ridin' in this rig
blowin' smoke up in the air
we slingin' mud up in the air
while we ridin' in this rig
blowin' smoke up in the air
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i'm just ridin' with my top diine
i'm just ridin' with my top diine
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i'm just ridin' with my top diine
i'm just ridin' with my top diine
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time to get ridin ridin
got to get rolling rolling
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time to get ridin ridin
got to get rolling rolling
southside
ridin big!
westside
southside
ridin big!
westside
i don't fuck with niggas
ridin' solo
yeah i'm ridin' solo
i don't fuck with niggas
ridin' solo
yeah i'm ridin' solo
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i'm ridin' through the city with my high beams on
ridin'
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i'm ridin' through the city with my high beams on
ridin'
but i can ride for miles in old boxcar smoke cigarettes butts and used cigars
ridin' the atlantic coastal line
hear that lonesome whistle whine smell that perfume of georgia pines
but i can ride for miles in old boxcar smoke cigarettes butts and used cigars
ridin' the atlantic coastal line
hear that lonesome whistle whine smell that perfume of georgia pines