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Vermouth. A pack of Marlboro Double Mix.
You scream at the cops through the window of the Cayenne:
"Fuck the police!"
In the lights of the city at night, faces are nowhere to be seen.
I'm drunk, and you're drunk—and it's fucking awesome.
This is it.
Vermouth. A pack of Marlboro Double Mix.
You scream at the cops through the window of the Cayenne:
"Fuck the police!"
In the lights of the city at night, faces are nowhere to be seen.
I'm drunk, and you're drunk—and it's fucking awesome.
This is it.
Vermouth. A pack of Marlboro Double Mix.
You scream at the cops through the window of the Cayenne:
"Fuck the police!"
She looks just like Jed West.
Finding a girl like her is a quest.
There's a cross on her wrist.
She's the best of the best.
We're driving fast—SpeedTest.
Pure protest blasting in our ears.
There's no room left in the car.
We're doing 200—what?
Vermouth. A pack of Marlboro Double Mix.
You scream at the cops through the window of the Cayenne:
"Fuck the police!"
In the lights of the city at night, faces are nowhere to be seen.
I'm drunk, and you're drunk—and it's fucking awesome.
This is it.
Vermouth. A pack of Marlboro Double Mix.
You scream at the cops through the window of the Cayenne:
"Fuck the police!"
In the lights of the city at night, faces are nowhere to be seen.
I'm drunk, and you're drunk—and it's fucking awesome.
This is it.
Vermouth. A pack of Marlboro Double Mix.
You scream at the cops through the window of the Cayenne:
"Fuck the police!"
Vermouth. A pack of Marlboro Double Mix.
You scream at the cops through the window of the Cayenne:
"Fuck the police!"