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I'm driving too fast in my Lincoln Town car And I think, I just might flip it over I've been in a rage and I'm headed your way With the devil on my fucking shoulder Getting so high, that I think, I might die And I couldn't give a shit about it Uppin' all night, it's a clear damn sky But my head is feeling super clouded I've been drinking, while I'm driving down the highway Haven't blinked in like a minute yeah, it's quite strange I've been thinking 'bout all of the things I might say Or might do to ya Once I pull this trigger off You'll be begging me to stop (yeah, yeah) Tarantino killing love I couldn't really give a fuck (yeah, yeah) Telling you, I won't slow down, won't slow down Girl, you gotta know right now, there's no way out Imma pull the trigger off And imma let these bullets talk (yeah, yeah) I've been outside for a long damn time And I figured, how this might go down Letras de cancionesAll these late nights, I could tell that you're inside You forgot to turn your lights all out Kicking in the door, while you're crying on the floor Go ahead and put the phone right down Who you tryna call, it's a quarter past four Can't nobody hear you scream right now I've been drinking, while I'm driving down the highway Haven't blinked in like a minute yeah, it's quite strange I've been thinking 'bout all of the things I might say Or might do to ya Once I pull this trigger off You'll be begging me to stop (yeah, yeah) Tarantino killing love I couldn't really give a fuck (yeah, yeah) Telling you, I won't slow down, won't slow down Girl, you gotta know right now, there's no way out Imma pull the trigger off And imma let these bullets talk (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Uh) See I'm not trying to hurt you But I don't have a choice right now If this is what it's come to Then imma let it all rain down Once I pull this trigger off You'll be begging me to stop (yeah, yeah) Tarantino killing love I couldn't really give a fuck (yeah, yeah) Telling you, I won't slow down, won't slow down Girl, you gotta know right now, there's no way out Imma pull the trigger off And imma let these bullets talk (yeah, yeah) Yeah yeah, yeah yeah Yeah yeah, yeah yeah Yeah yeah, yeah yeah Yeah, yeah See patience is a virtue And I'm all out of time right now If imma send it all through Then I sure wanna make it count From Letras Mania