Aston Martin music, music In our ride Bobbin' to the music This is how we do it, all night (all night) Breezin' down the freeway Just me and my baby Just me and my boss No worries at all Listening to the

If you– If you ask, then you shall receive If you insist, then I'll oblige They know my history, so they bring up the past When I step inside the booth they expect me to spaz I just hop inside the 'Rari, I'm drivin' it fast I love to roll up some gelato

All I wanted was your honesty Something more than this Something more than me (more than me) Death can take me if I can't be free I am not like you, I'm a dying breed I swear to god I'd do it for fun Just a dead man walkin' with a double barrel shotgun

Why can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart? I tried so hard, my dear, to show that you're my every dream Yet you're afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme A memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart Another

You can free the world, you can free my mind Just as long as my baby's safe from harm tonight But if you hurt what's mine I'll sure as hell retaliate Terious, terious, terious, infectious and dangerous I was lookin' back to see if you were lookin back at

No we don't have a lot of money Just as free Free as we'll ever be So we live out in our old van Travel all across this land We'll end up hand in hand Somewhere down on the sand

No we don't have a lot of money Free as we'll ever be Just as free Just me and you We live out in our old van Travel all across this land We'll end up hand in hand Somewhere down on the sand Drive until the city lights

Today I killed, he was just a boy Eight before him, I knew them all In the fields a dying oath: I´d kill them all to save my own Cut me free, Bleed with me, Oh no One by one, We will fall, down down Pull the plug, End the pain, Run´n fight for life

And I don't think on why I'm here where it hurts I'm just lucky to have the work But I thank God for the work When I get home from work Sunday morning I'm too tired to go to church I'll call up all my friends And we'll go bust up something beautiful

Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle Hey, it ain't nothing wrong Just making it up as we go along Find a little rock 'n' roll hallelujah Throw your hands up high Let the speed remove your pain Singing hey, hey, hey We can do it old school, ABC