Texty:
Million Dead Engine Driver

When I grow up I want to be An engine driver. I'll build up my own head of steam- Twenty-fice horsepower. But when I pull off, I don't want to Follow

singin' duets with Selena nigga) So Sister Act Cause black nun (none) get love And I'm a have juice till Mark Ferman plants the bloody glove I drive

family And flat tires called jobs But if you have a spare called determination And a engine called perseverance With insurance called faith And the drive

let off Three in a row tryin' to blow the old dirty snitch head off I caught the driver instead And opened his head went through the glass Car crash now they all dead

singin' duets with Selena nigga) So Sister Act Cause black nun (none) get love And I'm a have juice till Mark Ferman plants the bloody glove I drive

duets with Selena nigga) So Sister Act Cause black nun (none) get love And I'm a have juice till Mark Ferman plants the bloody glove I drive European