| Those set of bald tires, couple lose wires
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| Yeah, that was my first truck
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| Two doors, bench seat, that’s where I first fell in love
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| We were rollin' free, only sixteen
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| Muddy speakers bumpin' sounds of a six-string
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| And I swear I ain’t never seen nothin' on a silver screen shinin' like her
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| (Oh, woah)
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| We were brighter than the headlights
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| Blowin' through stop signs
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| (Oh, woah)
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| And if you’re lookin' for a good time
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| Baby, you could roll with me
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| We could take it to back streets
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| We’ll be breakin' in those back seats
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| There ain’t a thing that w couldn’t be (Couldn't be)
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| Baby, if you roll with me
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| I could b your teenage dream
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| You could be my shotgun rider, I don’t want a one-nighter
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| Yeah, you’re everything I want and need
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| Baby, you could roll, roll, roll with me
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| Baby, you could roll, roll, roll with me (With me)
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| I said roll, roll, roll with me (With me), yeah
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| I said go, go, go with me (With me)
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| You don’t need a green light (No)
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| Smilin' through my pain because they know my teeth white (Yeah)
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| In your bed, you all alone, and you can’t sleep right (Ayy)
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| You ain’t do nobody else, so you is retired (Yeah)
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| I love you, so I keep you clean, just like my Jeep, right? |
| (Yeah)
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah (Woah, woah)
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| I said you were so important, I treat you just like my very first
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| Lambo (Lamb')
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| I know (I know)
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| That you would rather be at home (At home, yeah-yeah)
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| Sittin' there all alone (Woah)
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| I answer every time you go to call my phone (Phone, yeah-yeah)
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| Maybe it is lust
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| But I love you like my very first truck
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| (Oh, woah, like my very first truck)
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| We were brighter than the headlights
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| Blowin' through stop signs
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| (Oh, woah)
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| And if you’re lookin' for a good time
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| Baby, you could roll with me
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| We could take it to back streets
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| We’ll be breakin' in those back seats
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| There ain’t a thing that we couldn’t be
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| Baby, if you roll with me
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| I could be your teenage dream
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| You could be my shotgun rider, I don’t want a one-nighter
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| Yeah, you’re everything I want and need
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| Baby, you could roll, roll, roll with me
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| Baby, you could roll, roll, roll with me (Oh, woah)
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| Baby, you could roll, roll, roll with me (Oh, woah)
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| Baby, you could roll, roll, roll with me (Oh, woah) |