State Farm Lyrics

High & dried, tyre rubber starts burning
Fill her up now before the table starts turning
Souped up, jacked up, cracked up, stacked up
Louie`s got the gear
And Charlie`s got his back up
And don`t it make you feel good?

Says she`s a dirt box
You`re like a cannibal
Somebody feeds her, sure ain`t the State Farm
Who buys the tickets and who buys the clothes
Puts the liquor in her stomach and the powder up her nose Move. That`s right
And don`t it make you feel good?

Don`t mind me honey
I`m just looking
Smelt your chicken
And I watched you cooking
Souped up, jacked up, cracked up, stacked up
You`re a bad stain
And you need to be cleaned up

And don`t it make you feel good?
And don`t it make you feel good?

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