gas, almost out of gas. And I wish you good luck, you son of a bitch. Almost out of gas, almost out of gas. Almost out of gas, almost out of gas. Almost out
her shoes off onto the floor She said, "Drive faster speed turns me on" She put her hand on my knee, I put my foot on the gas We almost got whiplash
kicked her shoes off onto the floor She said, "Drive fast, speed turns me on" She put her hand on my knee, I put my foot on the gas We almost got whiplash
's no surprise She got tricks in the stash Stacking up the cash Fast when it comes to the gas By no means average As almost she's got the heaven
shot on the tv screen american idol never seen these dreams just last week they wanna see ID now they got you in VIP huh? how many people almost famous you almost
we ain't out of love yet We might run out of gas And be left out in the rain Could run out of cigarettes and money again A little out of touch Or just
just to get my little day goin' You just don't know how this had touched my soul To find out I wasn't the only one that been through so Almost that exact
live this I'm livin' life in the fast lane Movin' at the speed of life and I can't slow down Only got a gallon in the gas tank But I'm almost at the
living too fast, don't plan on changing my pace Got one foot on the gas, it's never a need for brakes Smoke ez-rider's with hash, fuck bitches from out
1] Lava out my lips I flips Wake up think I have a cramp I'm trying to shove the lava lamp up my father's ass I think I'm out of gas, man I think I need
almost drove me mad And then I even went and lost, what little sense I had Now I can't tell the day from night, I'm crazy as a loon You got me chasin' rabbits, pullin' out
at the Source awards Girl, he had with him, ass coulda' won the horse awards And I was almost famous, now everybody love Kanye I'm almost Raymond Some
coal The flame blows from out my brain holes like a volcano The brain begins to process as we start the conquest From out the physical bondage, the thought
competin keep-keepin it strong Ain't no (Comic) in my (View) as long as they sell the black out I grip my shit and blow your back out We act out, cause
all across the land Light the fireworks, bring out the marching band Uncle L, I love the heart land South Carolina, they lookin' so tan Out in Kansas
you can't get in a bakery I picture hopelessness from slavery Can you smell it yet, a few churches that almost care I know you heathens ready to eat, we almost
And hope to God that he don't find a runaway That's lookin' to become a star He'll have your ass in and out of every car With every on and Rick, suckin