Modest Mouse Lyrics
Modest Mouse Lyrics
"Trucker's Atlas Lyrics"
Uzi (Pinky Ring) Lyrics
[U-God] Yo.. yeah Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin Yo.. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo.. yo.. pinky ring shit, yo That pinky ri
[U-God] Yo.. yeah Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin Yo.. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo.. yo.. pinky ring shit, yo That pinky ri
I'm going to Colorado
to unload my head
I'm going to New York City
and that's in New York,friends
I'm going to Arizona
sex on the rocks all warm and red
and we bled
and the writing in stall said
"we write our maps in the stalls"
I'm going up to Alaska
I'm going to get off scot-fucking-free
and we
1308 Lyrics
I hear alarm clocks ringing I hear the sirens singing I hear my neighbors screaming Just one floor below I watch the traffic passing That boy o
all didI hear alarm clocks ringing I hear the sirens singing I hear my neighbors screaming Just one floor below I watch the traffic passing That boy o
This truckers atlas roads the ways
the freeways and highways don't know
The buzz from the bird on my dash
Road locomotive phone
I don't feel and it feels great
I sold my atlas by the freight stairs
I do lines and I crossed roads
I crossed the lines of all the great state roads
I'm going up
going over to Mon
That Was My Love Lyrics
(instrumental)
tana(instrumental)
You got yourself a trucker's atlas
You knew you were all hot, well
Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket
Start at the northwest corner
Go down through California
beeline you might drive three days
and three nights to the tip of Florida
Do you speak the lingo?
Oh No. No no
How far does your road?
Oh no, you don'
I Just Wanna Have Sex With You Lyrics
I don't like the way you cook I just like the way you look All you do is bother me But I really want your body I don't know what I wanna do I just wanna
t knowI don't like the way you cook I just like the way you look All you do is bother me But I really want your body I don't know what I wanna do I just wanna
I'm going to Colorado
to unload my head
I'm going to New York City
and that's in New York, friends
I'm going up to Alaska
I'm going to get off scot-fucking-free
And we all did
And the writing in the salt syas
We ride on out to the stars
I'm going to Arizona
Sex on the rocks all warm and red