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Pick me up in a beat up jeep
Yeah the little two seater that he got for cheap
I know I called too late, I just couldn't sleep
Yeah my minds been racing about a couple of things
Drivin’ down to the bar, order up some drinks
And you look so pretty when you talk to me
He’s like a jack and coke, he’s a little sweet
Little rough around the edges when he needs to be
Your mama thinks I’m bad for you
Your friends all think you’re bad for me
And if I have another drink
And you keep staring back at me
Well we been down this road before
And we both know where it leads
‘Cuz we got history
And history repeats, fuck…
Check, check
Check, check
Check, check
Pick you in a beat up jeep
Yeah the one my dads been driving since the ‘70s
I was already up I just couldn’t sleep
Yeah my minds been bouncing off amphetamines
Drivin’ down to the bar, order up some drinks
And you look so pretty when you talk to me
You’re like a Long island Iced Tea
You’re too sweet, fuck
Your mama thinks I’m bad for
Your friends all think you’re bad for me
And if I have another drink
And you keep staring back at me
Well we been down this road before
And we both know where it leads
‘Cuz we got history
We got history
We got history
And history repeats
We can just drive around
Listen to techno
Listen to Eminem
Listen to Slipknot
Sex in the parking lot, gas station
Maybe you can buy a new shirt there too
Go totally incognito, yeah
Go to the middle America shit
Do some middle American shit or some shit
We can just drive around
Drink some Four Lokos
Drink some Long Island iced tea
Drink some Monster, the white one
Kicking that can around
Kicking that can around
Kicking that can around
Kicking that can around
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Kim Petras prezentuje piosenkę "Jeep".
