P.o.s. - 80 on 80 lyrics

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P.o.s. - 80 on 80 lyrics

[Verse 1: P.O.S.] Uh, ay Solo on a stretch tryna catch a check, patch a debt Four more in the set, windows plus the vent, so Midwest Super live I sort of d**h-defy Daily babies occupy that space between them ears and eyes Flavor country oozing out my dark and stormy lung, iron blood We don't mind a murder if we bored as f**, bring a flood I got scuba stuff, I got mukluks, buckle up and shut it Guzzle up it's 40 bucks a tank, 80 on the cruise Wavy on the move, duck 5, crazies on the loose Hazy on the clues, eyes wide at all times Except sleeping, but who gets much a that even I'm backseating a nap, then I'm backflipping to Cleveland or wherever Probably, anywhere the map show If they got the tab I can toss the ole' la**o and catch hell And heaven's always in the rearview I only ever stay for a second There's always sh** to do [Verse 2: Sims] My recent bio reads I've been split into a thousand pieces With a length of twine and a working thesis Still waiting on my come to Jesus moment In an old interstate hotel room somewhere outside of Omaha Door unlocked, looking at these paintings Man, this La Quinta is looking like a scene from No Country Thinking about d**h, God, love, and nothing Cicadas humming Cigarettes and lightning bugs Not stopping for nothing I slash, I burn, dead weight behind bumper Outrun headlight, heart pound like drummer Dust kick through vent Rust hang off Ford Cigarettes and lightning bugs Red lights all ignored [Hook] Out here time slows Full tank, ready to go Lose an hour, gain it back and roll Only lines I stay in dot the road [Verse 3: Dessa] Living out of my left pocket Out-of-state plates Gotta take my notches with me Rented room, the bedpost stays Out here it's all Bruno Mars and zero bars So who I gotta talk to to get a little bar food after hours Been working hard all night, we grind it fine as flour Tonight it's my town Go tell your dogs to lie down I came a long way, came the long way, and I aim to make that whole way count I'm a train outta track I'ma take, I'm attack Gotta make way or make waves Get in or get back [Verse 4: Mike] So outta bounds, outer space Gotta make good what we started Deploy, shove off to troubled waters By the board or off the shore, bring only what's for barter Time slows, back home is by the minutes Back home is always forward, they don't need you in it It's wide roads, slim seconds at the finish Before you know it, the game is winning [Hook] [Verse 2 Reprise: Sims] Dust kick through vent Rust hang off Ford Cigarettes and lightning bugs Red lights all ignored [Verse 5: Cecil Otter] Say what, as I pick you the flowers and show up I've been so ashamed of my love And the moment you feel it you say what, so what Say what, as I pick you the flowers and show up I've been so ashamed of my love And the moment you feel it you say what, so what Say what, as I pick you the flowers and show up I've been so ashamed of my love And the moment you feel it you say what, so what Say