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Sorry for the foreign language. This is a song about something like this: The summer is here, I go to the beach and I won't come back to the city again until the summer is over.
Hey man you know I'm really okay The gun in my hand will tell you the same But when I'm in my car Don't give me no crap Cause the slightest thing and I just might snap
When I go driving I stay in my lane But getting cut off makes me insane I open the glove box Reach inside I gonna wreck this f**ker's ride
I guess I got a bad habit Of blowin' away Yeah I got a bad habit And it ain't goin' away Yeah
Well they say the road's a dangerous place If you flip me off I'll get in your face* You drive on my ass Your foot's on the gas And your next breath is your last
I guess I got a bad habit Of blowin' away Yeah I got a bad habit And it ain't goin' away Yeah
Drivers are rude Such attitudes But when I show my piece Complaints cease Something's odd I feel like I'm God You stupid dumbs**t goddam MOTHERf**kER!
I open the glove box Reach inside I'm gonna wreck this f**ker's ride
I guess I got a bad habit Of blowin' away Yeah I got a bad habit And it ain't goin' away Yeah