GloveBox

Gloves in the box
Where the grip ay
Only few supplies
When I ride late
Drugs in my socks
And I'm shit faced
Since they hadn't found it
Guess I misplaced
But the gloves in the box
No Sugar Ray
Summertime summer nights
When we ride late
Got the drugs in our minds
All our eyes may
Have a bit of something in them
So don't violate
Where we gonna go
When it go
When we low
I ain't feeling so
Anymore
Anymore
If you feel the same
Let me know
Let me know
Losing what is sane
In my brain
And my soul
Been this for a minute
I just wish it would all go
Certain things regretting
Very second that you do
I don't teach no lessons
I'm just guessing as is so
Now been stuck and reminiscing Wander down a road
Go
Where we gonna go
Wish I wasn't missing what I had
But now I don't
It ain't all simple
Like when little
I feel sinful
Feel my windows
Darken tint more
I feel pitiful
I do
Gloves in the box
Where the grip ay
Only few supplies
When I ride late
Drugs in my socks
And I'm shit faced
Since they hadn't found it
Guess I misplaced
But the gloves in the box
No Sugar Ray
Summertime summer nights
When we ride late
Got the drugs in our minds
All our eyes may
Have a bit of something in them
So don't violate
Where we gonna go
When it go
When we low
I ain't feeling so
Anymore
Anymore
If you feel the same
Let me know
Let me know
Losing what is sane
In my brain
And my soul
Been this for a minute
I just wish it would all go
Certain things regretting
Very second that you do
I don't teach no lessons
I'm just guessing as is so
Now been stuck and reminiscing Wander down a road
Go
Where we gonna go
Wish I wasn't missing what I had
But now I don't
It ain't all simple
Like when little
I feel sinful
Feel my windows
Darken tint more
I feel pitiful
I do



Credits
Writer(s): Victor Seger Iv
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