Felt - Bass For Your Truck lyrics
[Felt - Bass For Your Truck lyrics]
Bass for your truck bass for your truck
Bass bass for bass bass bass for
Bass bass for your truck bass for your truck
Bass bass for bass bass bass for
Bass bass for your truck bass for your truck
Bass bass for bass bass bass for
Bass bass for your truck bass for your truck
Bass bass for bass bass bass for
Bass bass for your truck
She keeps her biz booming down front street
Open with the funk so that no one wants beef
She the type that like to lay
It all on the line
She say what's on her mind
That way it ain't a crime
The crime is that you show no shame
And you make those claims like
You play no games when in reality
You the biggest player of them all
The princess that wore the most
Layers to the ball
Trying to cover up when you
Laying in your drawers
You front like you a freak and
Everything you say is raw but deep down
You really scared he's gonna leave ya
Your closet got more skeletons than the Dia
De los Muertos, you worse than my perros
My dogs
That only fuck with broads from the ghetto
You date losers 'cause it
Make you feel superior
Try to tell me lies to justify
But all I'm hearin' is the
Bass for your truck bass for your truck
Bass bass for bass bass bass for
Bass bass for your truck bass for your truck
Bass bass for bass bass bass for
Bass bass for your truck bass for your truck
Bass bass for bass bass bass for
Bass bass for your truck bass for your truck
Bass bass for bass bass bass for
Bass bass for your truck
She seem like the type with
No taste for shame it walks like a snake
Then they can't complain, nah
People love you and cling to them raw fumes
Keep it up so we don't
See through your costume
She been a little queen since 15
In and out of different scenes
Never kept her image clean
So critical, over-analytical
Fast forward, of course, old and miserable
Long trail of bread crumbs and head games
Bed bums, the best ones get pet names
First glance, you can see the dirt
Closet door wide open, no need to search
No, the truth is just an excuse
That you use to polish up
A pair of selfish shoes
Take it how you want, but face up the front
'Cause them skeletons dance to the bass
Ba bass ba bass bass
Bass for your truck bass for your truck
Bass bass for bass bass bass for
Bass bass for your truck bass for your truck
Bass bass for bass bass bass for
Bass bass for your truck bass for your truck
Bass bass for bass bass bass for
Bass bass for your truck bass for your truck
Bass bass for bass bass bass
Drop that, drop-drop that, drop that bass
D-d-drop that bass, drop, drop that bass
Drop-d-drop, drop that bass
Drop-d-drop, drop that bass
Drop that, drop-drop that, drop that bass
Drop-d-drop that bass
Drop that, drop, drop that-drop that bass
Bass bass for bass bass bass for
Bass bass for your truck bass for your truck
Bass bass for bass bass bass for
Bass bass for your truck bass for your truck
Bass bass for bass bass bass for
Bass bass for your truck bass for your truck
Bass bass for bass bass bass for
Bass bass for your truck
She keeps her biz booming down front street
Open with the funk so that no one wants beef
She the type that like to lay
It all on the line
She say what's on her mind
That way it ain't a crime
The crime is that you show no shame
And you make those claims like
You play no games when in reality
You the biggest player of them all
The princess that wore the most
Layers to the ball
Trying to cover up when you
Laying in your drawers
You front like you a freak and
Everything you say is raw but deep down
You really scared he's gonna leave ya
Your closet got more skeletons than the Dia
De los Muertos, you worse than my perros
My dogs
That only fuck with broads from the ghetto
You date losers 'cause it
Make you feel superior
Try to tell me lies to justify
But all I'm hearin' is the
Bass for your truck bass for your truck
Bass bass for bass bass bass for
Bass bass for your truck bass for your truck
Bass bass for bass bass bass for
Bass bass for your truck bass for your truck
Bass bass for bass bass bass for
Bass bass for your truck bass for your truck
Bass bass for bass bass bass for
Bass bass for your truck
She seem like the type with
No taste for shame it walks like a snake
Then they can't complain, nah
People love you and cling to them raw fumes
Keep it up so we don't
See through your costume
She been a little queen since 15
In and out of different scenes
Never kept her image clean
So critical, over-analytical
Fast forward, of course, old and miserable
Long trail of bread crumbs and head games
Bed bums, the best ones get pet names
First glance, you can see the dirt
Closet door wide open, no need to search
No, the truth is just an excuse
That you use to polish up
A pair of selfish shoes
Take it how you want, but face up the front
'Cause them skeletons dance to the bass
Ba bass ba bass bass
Bass for your truck bass for your truck
Bass bass for bass bass bass for
Bass bass for your truck bass for your truck
Bass bass for bass bass bass for
Bass bass for your truck bass for your truck
Bass bass for bass bass bass for
Bass bass for your truck bass for your truck
Bass bass for bass bass bass
Drop that, drop-drop that, drop that bass
D-d-drop that bass, drop, drop that bass
Drop-d-drop, drop that bass
Drop-d-drop, drop that bass
Drop that, drop-drop that, drop that bass
Drop-d-drop that bass
Drop that, drop, drop that-drop that bass