Синдром Восьмиклассника

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Альберт Кабуу - Меня не услышат

синдром восьмиклассника, эйфория - гранж 2

Rollin’ outta town with the sun sinkin’ low,
Pedal down, wind blowin’ through my soul.
Mama said, “Boy, keep your heart in line,”
But I hear the highway callin’ every time.
Got a six-pack chillin’ in the backseat ice,
Moonlit miles and the feelin’s right.
Radio up, got that bassline tight,
Let’s turn this blacktop into neon lights.
Got the speakers thumpin’ and the wheels on fire,
Hands in the air, take the party up higher.
We ain’t slowin’ down, no stoppin’ tonight,
We’re dancin’ on the gas with the city in sight.
From the holler to the highway, hear that engine cry,
I was born to run, I was born to ride.
Shotgun seat, she’s got that wild hair flyin’,
Boots on the dash, yeah, she’s laughin’ and smilin’.
Sippin’ on a little Tennessee heat,
Feelin’ that rhythm in the way she moves with me.
Bonfire burnin’ where the river runs deep,
Moonshine kisses got us lost in the beat.
Turn it up loud, let the backroads shake,
Let’s make this night one we won’t erase.
Got the speakers thumpin’ and the wheels on fire,
Hands in the air, take the party up higher.
Hands in the air, take the party up higher.
We ain’t slowin’ down, no stoppin’ tonight,
We’re dancin’ on the gas with the city in sight.
From the holler to the highway, hear that engine cry,
I was born to run, I was born to ride.
Drop it down low, let the tailgate swing,
Kickin’ up dust while the guitars sing.
If you’re feelin’ that rush, throw your hands up high,
Let’s ride this groove ‘til the mornin’ light.
We ain’t slowin’ down, no stoppin’ tonight,
We’re dancin’ on the gas with the city in sight.
From the holler to the highway, hear that engine cry,
I was born to run, I was born to ride.

(Born To Run) Born To Ride

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