Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grand Theft Auto, artist - Dan Bull.
Date of issue: 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 |