Gasoline

You're tank of gas is running out.
You tip the bottle to your mouth. Woah woah
Through the haze you can see.

What the desert does to me. To me

Your stereo is playing loud.
Heat is high, engine wound. Woah woah
Ninety miles, 1 0 3.

It's what the desert does to me. So serene

YOU CONTROL IT, BUT NEVER BACK DOWN.
IF YOU NOTICE, WE"RE IN THE (F#) NEXT TOWN.
AND IT"S JUST LIKE GOING, WHERE YOU CAN'T SEE.

OH, YOUR LEMONADE IS GASOLINE. So unclean

Oooohs (Soft Female vocals)



Credits
Writer(s): Chad Doug Wolfinbarger, Keith Varon, Mckay Stevens
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