Pink Limousine - Rootbeer

I’m in the

Im in the

We in the

We in the, Yeah

We in the

Don’t push me I’m about to blow up

I’ve had it up to here with all your mess and your junk

I bit my tongue for too long Now I gotta speak up

Get out my way, get out my way

Lord help me Jesus

Well I’m doin' 120

Rollin' over mail boxes

We don’t got no radar

So please tell me where the cop is

I’m chillin' like a villain

In my resort

I’m bombin' the whole parkin' lot

And spittin' on the fake toys

Yeah I’m a rollercoaster

Yeah I’m a rollercoaster

Yeah I go up and down

Side to Side and up the holster

Yeah I go loopy loopy

Yeah I go loopy loopy

Yeah I go loco loco Insane

Call me Gary Busey

I’m in the pink limousine

The pink, pink limousine

I’m in the pink limousine

The pink, pink limousine

We in the pink limousine

The pink, pink limousine

We in the pink limousine

The pink, pink limousine

I got my white rims orga trims

Up on my sides

Plad shorts Phantom horse

I’m ready to ride

Gayla-paru-boota

Printed all on my chest

Oh glory hallelujah I am the cool

Test

Keep pushin' me

Keep pushin' me

You’re gonna get mushed

Got no time for silly ducks

Cluckin' with the fake looks

I’m in the (pink limousine)

Feelin' like Bill Murray

In the flurry seein' blurry

And I’m in a hur-hurry

We in the

(instrumental Break)