300 mi. - Youngest Brother Remix
Cement
Packed honk pulling up
Eye bags from the jump
Gourd burn on the tongue on day one
That's what's up
Sit down we got another record to go
Another huddle in a couple hundred miles or so
Cocoon goo to skidoo we didn't
Do it for you
We're not washing the feet of the conde
Naste regime dude
Feed the beat, meet & greet
Pajama party in the hot seat
Pickin up the tempo
We're locked
Kickin up the dust tho
We rock
Takin both my hands off
No hands
Thinkin with the smooth brain
No thoughts
Pickin up the tempo
We're locked
Kickin up the dust tho
We rock
Takin both my hands off
No hands
Thinkin with the smooth brain
No thoughts
Lock's peekin out
Party box with the tunes
Yea we reelin in the years like
Yacht rock with the juice
Garbage cup stacked high
Take a ride on a dinosaur for 300 miles oh
Pickin up the tempo
We're locked
Kickin up the dust tho
We rock
Takin both my hands off
No hands
Thinkin with the smooth brain
No thoughts
Guys I gotta go
But I gotta go
I went and called my man
And tell me about his plans
Turns out he's hangin out with another friend so
I'll see him next week oh oh
I've had to go for a while
Can we stop in a mile?
We haven't stopped in a while
And I gotta go
Bootsonblatson
I get it
I get it
I get it
I get it
I'm widdit
I'm widdit
I'm widdit
I'm widdit
Packed honk pulling up
Eye bags from the jump
Gourd burn on the tongue on day one
That's what's up
Sit down we got another record to go
Another huddle in a couple hundred miles or so
Cocoon goo to skidoo we didn't
Do it for you
We're not washing the feet of the conde
Naste regime dude
Feed the beat, meet & greet
Pajama party in the hot seat
Pickin up the tempo
We're locked
Kickin up the dust tho
We rock
Takin both my hands off
No hands
Thinkin with the smooth brain
No thoughts
Pickin up the tempo
We're locked
Kickin up the dust tho
We rock
Takin both my hands off
No hands
Thinkin with the smooth brain
No thoughts
Lock's peekin out
Party box with the tunes
Yea we reelin in the years like
Yacht rock with the juice
Garbage cup stacked high
Take a ride on a dinosaur for 300 miles oh
Pickin up the tempo
We're locked
Kickin up the dust tho
We rock
Takin both my hands off
No hands
Thinkin with the smooth brain
No thoughts
Guys I gotta go
But I gotta go
I went and called my man
And tell me about his plans
Turns out he's hangin out with another friend so
I'll see him next week oh oh
I've had to go for a while
Can we stop in a mile?
We haven't stopped in a while
And I gotta go
Bootsonblatson
I get it
I get it
I get it
I get it
I'm widdit
I'm widdit
I'm widdit
I'm widdit
Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Bielenberg, Dillon Treacy, Rahm B. Silverglade, Michael Andrew Haldeman
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