LAZR, Dizzy Wright and Sebastian Reynoso - Talledega Nights

Yeah yeah

Cut the lights, yeah (Lights)
Smoke, get high
Wanna drink,  take shots from 3-Point lines
Yeah (Lines)
Close your eyes when you think you
Know you feel the vibes, yeah  (Vibes)
Visualizing paradise between your thighs
 yeah (Paradise)
Out racin’ to your house on Talledega Nights
Yeah skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrrrt
It’s on sight, yeah (It’s on sight)
When you’re eating good, gotta
Watch for parasites, yeah
(‘Site) racin’ to your house, gotta
Watch for police lights, yeah (Light)
I’m racin’ to your house on Talledega Nights
Yeah

Talledega, I know you 100 favors
I know I told you I was comin’ later
But I was fightin’ the temptation
And I know that you impatient
I’m drivin’ over the limitation
Reminisce bout the sensation
It’s in my mind it’s in rotation road ragin’
Know you tired of the quotation
Know you fired up and still blazin’
I know your eyes lookin’ real Asian
Gettin’ high with me on occasion
I’m geeked up like a Caucasian
Speedin’ up like a car chase
I’m so horny if I whip it out
You between a rock and a hard place
So many bands, so many bands
Had to put in a guitar case
We be ballin’ like the Barclays
We don’t ever do the small face
Gettin’ money won’t you count
100 thousand dollars whit me on your off day
Cut my old hoes off, they Salt Bae

Cut the lights, yeah (Lights)
Smoke, get high
Wanna drink, take shots from 3-Point lines
Yeah (Lines)
Close your eyes when you think you
Know you feel the vibes, yeah (Vibes)
Visualizing paradise between your thighs
Yeah (Paradise)
Out racin’ to your house on Talledega Nights
Yeah skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrrrt
It’s on sight, yeah (It’s on sight)
When you’re eating good, gotta
Watch for parasites, yeah
(‘Site) racin’ to your house, gotta
Watch for police lights, yeah (Light)
I’m racin’ to your house on Talledega Nights
Yeah

Yeah might Ricky and Bobby to this (Uh, huh)
I’m ready to spaz with Jazz (Spaz)
And the homies that got me on this (On God)
Generation, I cool with the coolest (Cool)
Me and Sloppy Robby in the mix
But you got me racin’
Talledega Nights and I’m still wasted
Now I need a pick-me-up and calm down
Gotta watch the police lights and sound
Man, you know I grow
The sticky-icky year ‘round
Pull up with a bag as big
As your big ass head
Puttin’ flavors all in your town
Crossin’ lights, acceleratin’
Where you at, that’s the destination
Racin’ to you, fuck the separation
Got another nigga hittin’ up her line
(Up her line)
Gotta step it up before he takes what’s mine
(Take what’s mine) she got angelic
The type of energy you televise
Life is better high
When you count a half a million dollars
You know you the, you know what, never mind

Cut the lights, yeah (Lights)
Smoke, get high
Wanna drink, take shots from 3-Point lines
Yeah (Lines)
Close your eyes when you think you
Know you feel the vibes, yeah (Vibes)
Visualizing paradise between your thighs
Yeah (Paradise)
Out racin’ to your house on Talledega Nights
Yeah skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrrrt
It’s on sight, yeah (It’s on sight)
When you’re eating good, gotta
Watch for parasites, yeah
(‘Site) racin’ to your house, gotta
Watch for police lights, yeah (Light)
I’m racin’ to your house on Talledega Nights
Yeah

Written by:
DOMINIC J. JORDAN, JAMES M. GIANNOS, LA'REONTE WRIGHT, STEVEN TOLSON

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