1. |
Drive To Control
01:56
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I’m controlled
By my need for speed
Punch the pedal
Set my mind free
Don’t need a tach
Just need the sound
Want to push it
Until tires lift from the ground
Drive to control
All I need
Drive to control
Downshift
Lane switch
set it off
Foot on the floor
Puts my mind at ease
Not an affliction
it’s a disease
Want to be thrown back
Planted to the seat
Drop the clutch
Leave my mark on the street
Drive to control
All I need
Drive to control
Switchback
Or track
There ain’t no turning back
now
Mind is racing
got something to confide
Got to let it out
Let's go for a ride
Hanging on the edge
World becomes a blur
At 120 man
Better not let go
It’s still too slow
Push it
Further
until the pistons blow
Speed
Sensation
All filled up good to go
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2. |
The Dealer
02:00
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I used to sell
Grams of dirt
To the highschool football team
Deal just enough
For me to get by
And afford the party scene
Selling and smoking and wasted all day
No future
No drive
Everyday the same
no reason to change
Then I got hooked up
With these kids from “The Rocks”
Cashing in oxy pills from warehouse overstock
Payoff drivers
Give them a cut
And rip off the back of a med speed truck
Crushing and cutting and dealing all day
But still we couldn’t keep up
Kids craving fentanyl high
had to find new ways to supply
So now I’m Taking route 8 down through Oil City
Along the cutaway hills past the alloy plant
Making my way to the Erie VA
Swipe card fake ID
Hide in plain site to get that china white
Past the sign in sheet and sleeping night watch
supply closet number 612
duplicate key pulled from the bedside bag
Last Saturday night from the passed out nurse
easy to seduce when she has the opioid thirst
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3. |
Grease Man
02:04
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Met you out back
Running my rig
Sucking up fats
Under barrel lids
Hey little girl
Step away from the fryer
Cause I’m a grease man
A money piler
You’ve got the key to my texas tea
Heart pumping high calorie
I might be an alley dweller
Pulling lines in rat filled cellars
Sweat filled gloves sticky boots
But at the end of the day that money’s for you babe
Pump and churn
Desire yearns
Watch it burn
Come on come on stick all over me
We can burn hot all night
Society’s waste is our love
I’m a grease man
I don’t want no milk and cake
Give it to me fried not baked
Cause I’m a grease man
you’ve had all soft hand boys
Can’t grip a handle from push to suck
Clean nails girl you haven’t lived
Until you’ve made love in a vacuum truck
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