They turn the day into night They're rollin' down the avenue like shadows in the light They got their big black back top down Getting wasted, racing through the heart of this town
Candy and her friends, rolling down eighth avenue Red Mercedes-Benz, they got an attitude Candy and her friends, always run up on you Here we go again, candy and her friends
She gets her kick spending out She's always crossing the line, running off her mouth She'll take a year and pass it on (on and on) 'Round and 'round, till all that shit is gone
Candy and her friends, rolling down eighth avenue Red Mercedes-Benz, they got an attitude Candy and her friends, always run up on you Here we go again, candy and her friends
Ya, uh-huh, ya (Oh, oh, yeah) Know what I said when I'm listenin', but not listenin'? If you listenin', haha, hey Well, well, well
Hey, if I said it, I made it all lies (lies) Bet if I could bet, I could make it all rise (rise) Can I get the truth, I mean without the lies (lies) I wanna get to know you, I mean with no disguise (yeah) I see the pain in your heart and deceit in your eyes (eyes) I was stuck on your vibe, but then I realized (uh-huh) See, you got a passion for being photogenic ('genic) And you pull out my soul like I've been apprehended (away) A gentle high, I feel short-winded (ugh) Takin' caution with you is highly recommended (it is) If you got the answer, please, somebody send it (send it) Suicidal love, please, somebody end it (please) Time to rake up my leaves and water all my seeds (seeds) Roll up my sleeves and get on with deeds (deeds) The balance of power got me pushin' the leave (leave) My gun is foreign like I'm pushin' the thieves (thieves) I feel like a fan 'cause I'm pushin' the breeze (breeze) And hide the man 'cause I'm always pushin' believe
Ya (oh, oh, yeah) Ah, haha
Compositores: Angelo Thomas Petraglia (Angelo T Petraglia), Daniel Quine Auerbach, Patrick James Carney, Derrick D Harris (Noid) ECAD: Obra #44771049