Sims - Badlands lyrics

Whiskey in a jar Weed got me keyed Got me feeling like the breeze Got the keys to tomorrow Hit the throttle We don't need no lotto Team got the dream Get the green, avocado Hit the grotto No greed is the motto It seems that the seeds been deceived by the model We don't beg, we don't borrow We just make and we take luck Lock, load, deploy Like some old oi boys, we make noise While you were breaking into the ad world I was breaking rules with the glad girls I was making moves that'd make your head spin See the dead-end for a dead end This is for my dead friends Coming for to take ya there That truth won't bend Rest in peace Lick Nuts Keep it x-rated Disarm with charm make em feel so Brilliant Make em feel stupid No energy for enemies That's how I do it United Crushers that's all you see You actors got it backwards End scene Andrew William Tennessee Mark Twain tendencies Dark brain Make art centerpiece Pawn takes king Check late You know that I'm good for it Til then I make the mundane euphoric I just go forth and conquer In an old Ford Concord Like an Albatross on the concourse I just go for it Born orange, but I yam what I yam They're yellow sweet potato belly achers I still hate the damn Lakers And the glad-hand shakers Seems weird right here on this red carpet premiere Bad man born east of the Badlands