Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Grand Theft Auto , by - Dan Bull. Release date: 14.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Grand Theft Auto |
| Here’s a chain of golden bars |
| About racing stolen cars |
| While inhaling blunt cigars |
| And attaining wanted stars |
| But it’s okay |
| I’ll just pay off the DA who’ll drop the charge |
| I’m so high |
| Feel like I’ve left this place and gone to Mars |
| Pick up the payphone |
| And pick up the pace like Daytona |
| If a pedestrian gets in the way I’m afraid I’m going straight over |
| Take another hit until my vision’s glazed over |
| Then stick it into fifth like I was criticizing Beethoven |
| Listen if you’ve driven an Itali through Liberty City |
| And hit a few Krishnas you’ve pretty much witnessed a litany |
| Of miscellaneous misdemeanors, simultaneously |
| Taking aim at the police and taking them straight to the cleaners |
| Park a limousine across three lanes of traffic |
| Then lob a few grenades at all the vehicles amassing |
| Till there’s nothing but a stack of chassis smouldering and smoking |
| I’m a cross between a chauffeur and the Joker |
| Only joking |
| This is America |
| Great, great, great America |
| This city’s a hell of a |
| State, shame, shame America |
| This is America |
| Mid-nineties America |
| Through the satirical eyes |
| Of a tiny team in Edinburgh |
| This is America |
| The greatest country in America |
| This is America |
| The place we love to be America |
| This is America |
| Great, great, great America |
| This is America |
| Great, great, great America |
| Get out the way when I’m swerving 'cause I do not have the patience |
| Liberty City citizens get pounded to the pavement |
| Waving at the squad cars, not your typical criminal |
| Destination’s not far, commandeering your vehicle |
| It’s like that |
| Picking a pistol up in a box crate |
| Don’t fight back |
| 'Cause I don’t really care what the cops say |
| Take a left at West Kings |
| Use a beeper to text me, let’s see |
| These pesky messages every ten seconds |
| We ride out, flee the scene |
| Need to leave this joint |
| Everybody so scared of me that they can be held at finger-point |
| Check my F-19, of course it isn’t jacked |
| Engine’s in the rear, yeah I got the horses in the back |
| My rap sheet’s got a few stunts and bumps on it |
| Blood’s on my hands from the firearm offenses, I’m busted |
| A couple nights in the clink, now that’s a mean sentence |
| It’s cool, fender-benders get buffed to clean finishes |
| Fools get dusted up when I touch the clutch |
| Got drugs to flush, you thugs get rushed |
| To the ER, I’m on a mission to murder you mooks pissing me off |
| By the time you’ve had your breakfast I’ve already stolen three cars |
| Tires screech, sliding 'cross the city like a pair of skates |
| Dodging a barrage of bullets at police barricades |
| Man, that’s amazing, was almost fatal but damn we made it |
| Maybe one day I’ll get my weight up and head to San Andreas |
| This is America |
| Great, great, great America |
| This city’s a hell of a |
| State, shame, shame America |
| This is America |
| Mid-nineties America |
| Through the satirical eyes |
| Of a tiny team in Edinburgh |
| This is America |
| The greatest country in America |
| This is America |
| The place we love to be America |
| This is America |
| Great, great, great America |
| This is America |
| Great, great, great America |
| It’s a tough town |
| Look at it from top-down |
| Got the city on lockdown |
| Took another cop out |
| Back then we had no mini-map or GPS |
| We’d just guess the best path and then thrash our beast GTS |
| In the approximate direction of the yellow arrow |
| Down the thrumming freeways and back alleys that were that narrow |
| You could smack your wing mirrors back on either side |
| But damage isn’t jack when you can jack a nicer ride |
| I find the ambience of an ambulance’s siren kind of nice |
| 'Cause it hides that fact my conscience is so silent |
| But it’s all love when I’m tooled up in a school bus with a full clip |
| I’m more intrusive than a fricking tooltip |
| Calling bullshit on all this hypocrisy |
| 'Cause forty-nine percent of people didn’t pick democracy |
| What you see with me is what you get |
| A fucking wreck that just collects two currencies: money and respect |
| This is America |
| Great, great, great America |
| This city’s a hell of a |
| State, shame, shame America |
| This is America |
| Mid-nineties America |
| Through the satirical eyes |
| Of a tiny team in Edinburgh |
| This is America |
| The greatest country in America |
| This is America |
| The place we love to be America |
| This is America |
| Great, great, great America |
| This is America |
| Great, great, great America |