Talledega Nights歌詞

作詞 : Steven Tolson/Sebastian Reynoso/Dizzy Wright
作曲 : Steven Tolson/Sebastian Reynoso/Dizzy Wright
Yeah
Yeah
Cut the lights, yeah (Lights)
Smoke, get high
Wanna drink, take shots from 3-Point lines, yeah (Lines)
Close your eyes when you think you know you feel the vibes, yeah (Vibes)
Visualizing paradise between your thighs, yeah (Paradise)
Out racin’ to your house on Talledega Nights, yeah
Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrrrt
It’s on sight, yeah (It’s on sight)
When you’re eating good, gotta watch for parasites, yeah (‘Site)
Racin’ to your house, gotta watch for police lights, yeah (Light)
I’m racin’ to your house on Talledega Nights, yeah
Talledega, I know you 100 favors
I know I told you I was comin’ later
But I was fightin’ the temptation
And I know that you impatient
I’m drivin’ over the limitation
Reminisce bout the sensation
It’s in my mind it’s in rotation
Road-ragin’
Know you tired of the quotation
Know you fired up and still blazin’
I know your eyes lookin’ real Asian
Gettin’ high with me on occasion
I’m geeked up like a Caucasian
Speedin’ up like a car chase
I’m so horny if I whip it out, you between a rock and a hard place
So many bands, so many bands, had to put in a guitar case
We be ballin’ like the Barclays
We don’t ever do the small face
Gettin’ money won’t you count 100 thousand dollars whit me on your off day
Cut my old hoes off, they Salt Bae
Cut the lights, yeah (Lights)
Smoke, get high
Wanna drink, take shots from 3-Point lines, yeah (Lines)
Close your eyes when you think you know you feel the vibes, yeah (Vibes)
Visualizing paradise between your thighs, yeah (Paradise)
Out racin’ to your house on Talledega Nights, yeah
Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrrrt
It’s on sight, yeah (It’s on sight)
When you’re eating good, gotta watch for parasites, yeah (‘Site)
Racin’ to your house, gotta watch for police lights, yeah (Light)
I’m racin’ to your house on Talledega Nights, yeah
Yeah
Might Ricky and Bobby to this (Uh-huh)
I’m ready to spaz with Jazz (Spaz)
And the homies that got me on this (On God)
Generation, I cool with the coolest (Cool)
Me and Sloppy Robby in the mix
But you got me racin’
Talledega Nights and I’m still wasted
Now I need a pick-me-up and calm down
Gotta watch the police lights and sound
Man, you know I grow the sticky-icky year ‘round
Pull up with a bag as big as your big ass head
Puttin’ flavors all in your town
Crossin’ lights, acceleratin’
Where you at, that’s the destination
Racin’ to you, **** the separation
Got another nigga hittin’ up her line (Up her line)
Gotta step it up before he takes what’s mine (Take what’s mine)
She got angelic
The type of energy you televise
Life is better high
When you count a half a million dollars
You know you the, you know what, never mind
Cut the lights, yeah (Lights)
Smoke, get high
Wanna drink, take shots from 3-Point lines, yeah (Lines)
Close your eyes when you think you know you feel the vibes, yeah (Vibes)
Visualizing paradise between your thighs, yeah (Paradise)
Out racin’ to your house on Talledega Nights, yeah
Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrrrt
It’s on sight, yeah (It’s on sight)
When you’re eating good, gotta watch for parasites, yeah (‘Site)
Racin’ to your house, gotta watch for police lights, yeah (Light)
I’m racin’ to your house on Talledega Nights, yeah