| I give you my all, my money and card
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| I hand you the keys, now go crash the car
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| We’re 40 years old with spinning 40 spokes
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| Let the 40 pour, right on to the floor
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| Purple Lamborghini, Indigo you’re drinking
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| The wide open road, move in slow-mo
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| Hanging out the window
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| Like OJ on the TV, speedin' on the freeway
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| And I didn’t do it, now everything’s ruined
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| Hanging out the window
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| Mhm, yeah, mhm, yeah, mhm, yeah, mhm, yeah
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| Mhm, yeah, mhm, yeah, mhm, yeah, mhm, yeah, yeah
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| Now all of the things that made me the one
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| Are the very things that got me locked up
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| It’s coming around, Sheriff Johnny Brown
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| He might have us made
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| But he’ll never catch up' cause we’re in that
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| Purple Lamborghini, Indigo you’re drinking
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| The wide open road, move in slow-mo
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| Hanging out the window
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| Like OJ on the TV, speedin' on the freeway
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| And I didn’t do it, now everything’s ruined
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| Hanging out the window
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| Mhm, yeah, mhm, yeah, mhm, yeah, mhm, yeah
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| Mhm, yeah, mhm, yeah, mhm, yeah, mhm, yeah, yeah |