| I never drink and drive
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| 'Coz I might spill my drink
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| Give me the keys, I’m OK
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| Quit tellin' me I’m drunk, I only had five Hurricanes
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| Quit bein' such a Puritan, I’m a mega turrican
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| Wakin' up and it’s all a blur again
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| If I’m alive…
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| If I’m alive…
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| If I’m alive…
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| If I’m still alive…
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| Red Skull more like skull and crossbones
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| Took my driver’s test straight pilin' over the cones
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| It ain’t funny so don’t you dare chuckle
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| Drivin' hella drunk without my beltbuckle
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| Fuck you, I’m OK
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| That’s what they all say
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| Already got a suspended license
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| Smokin' weed in my ride and lightin' incense
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| Not knowin' it could be gone in an instant
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| Pistons pumpin', slumpin'
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| Over the steering wheel
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| So many drunk drivers on the road
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| It’s killing fields
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| Who gives a fuck?
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| If I get caught all I get
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| Is a slap on the wrist
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| My license tooken is a bitch
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| But I still drive with a D.U.I
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| Crash, see my passenger fly
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| Through the windshield
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| It’s hard to see you die
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| Heads crushed, necks severed from the shards
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| That’s what happens playing with a wild card
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| How do you feel on trial for killin' your girl?
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| Nineteen years old, the end of the world
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| Don’t know what to do
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| Pop’s is gonna' kill you
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| Twelve gauge shotgun to your grill smooth
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| Got you in a predicament
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| If I’m drivin' drunk I’ve got a sickness
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| Some fool’s is shiftless
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| Like me, gifted
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| Student GPA: four point oh
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| Blood alcohol level past that though
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| (scratched:)
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| I never drink and drive
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| 'Cuz I might spill my drink
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| Three o’clock, time to go
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| One more line of coke with cognac
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| But my cognitive skills ain’t on the shit
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| What now Sherlock?
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| Key to the lock
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| My friend’s is tellin' me to stop
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| Damn near down the block
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| I found the cops in the bushes peekin'
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| Plus it’s the weekend and I’m off the deep end
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| I roll through an alley way, can’t see
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| Getting antsy I hop on the interstate but it’s late
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| Cops patrol but I don’t give a fuck though
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| I swerve to the right and get stuck in a mudhole
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| Check the rearview, the coast is clear
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| Tryin' to focus here but I can’t
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| Drunk as hell, bust a rail
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| Now I’m sailin' off the cliff
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| High off the spliff, plus a fifth
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| I bust my shit
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| Now I’m rollin' down the side like a suicide
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| What will my family do if I die?
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| Tension builds, I went through hills and trees
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| Stopped by a redwood first thing broke was knees
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| I feel pain then a split second later
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| Car burst into flames, they won’t know my name
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| They’ll have to check my dental records
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| My body is charred
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| Burnt to a crisp soon as the car flipped the crash
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| That’s my ass, a thing of the past
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| Already dead by the impact of airbags
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| (scratched:)
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| I never drink and drive
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| 'Cuz I might spill my drink
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| If I’m alive…
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| If I’m alive, If I’m still alive…
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| If I’m alive…
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| If I’m alive, If I’m still alive…
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| Skull and crossbones
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| Poisonous pathways |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Skull & Crossbones , by - Del The Funky Homosapien. Song from the album Both Sides Of The Brain, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп