LA VanGogh – Tire Marks Lyrics

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[Hook: L.A. VanGogh]
Tire marks, tire marks
When I pull off
Tire marks, tire marks
When I pull off
Tire marks, tire marks
When I pull off
Tire marks, Tire...

[Verse 1: L.A. VanGogh]
My engine's revving up hell fire, they ask if i've held fire
What you think I'm dancing in the rain for? What you think these songs are?

I think I'm sick as a patient
With black lungs infection spreading from tobacco drags into their faces

My mind is racing to different places, An Indy 500 without a pit stop or station
If I could turn this thing to a spaceship

Then I'd be in different spaces
I have no color boundaries therefore you could never call me racist

Imagine a racist racing through many races with higher status
Demising through many nations

So I put this on my shoulders like red and blue pullovers so I don't catch no cases
But he still gave me tickets by obligation cause he saw them...

[Hook: L.A. VanGogh]

[Verse 2: L.A. VanGogh]
I got them 18 inch Pirellis on it, yeah I own it
Never ghost ride, never haunted

I never wanted, nothing but the best
Not to flaunt it but my confidence I stone it


My self esteem the green, it overdosed on THC
Super supreme the dream converse the ghost of Martin King

The leather headrest where I rest my thoughts got vivid screens
So even when I close my eyes I'm viewing vivid scenes

Steering wheel I whip is wielding richer wood grain
15 and kenwood just to drown the pain

Bang
Never leave a stain, candy paint
Never lose the wheel when you switching lanes. Or you'll be making...

[Hook: L.A. VanGogh]

[Bridge: L.A. VanGogh]
Draped up, dripped out, know what im talking bout
Fancy wheels, shiny grills, Parlay in the parking lot

Parlay in the parking, par parlay in the parking lot
They ain't ever riding but I hear them haters talk a lot

Caked up, dropped out, you know what I'm talking bout
They can't get inside so they parlay in the parking lot


Keep it real, keep it trill, pay the cost, be the boss
Hear my engine, blast my system, you gone see when I pull off

[Hook: L.A. VanGogh]

[End talking: L.A. VanGogh]
See, uh, the crazy thing is
I ain't even talking about cars
Know what I'm saying?
I'm talking about the drive
Know what I'm saying?
Make sure I leave my mark, everywhere I'm at
You know?
Them tire marks
Them tire marks
Them tire marks
Them tire marks
Jheeh

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