88 box dream
“88 Box Dreams” [Intro] Yeah… Box Chevy, ’88 legend… Country roads to the city lights, Let’s ride. [Verse 1] Rollin’ down the backroad, paint drippin’ on chrome, ’88 Box Chevy, yeah she built like a throne, Seats tuck clean, got the wood on the dash, Pioneer knockin’, let the speakers just blast. Came from the dirt, now the tires throw flames, Country boy steppin’, put respect on the name, Old school frame, but the motor on beast, If you ridin’ in a Box, then you ridin’ in peace. [Hook] Box Chevy, ’88, sittin’ tall on the block, Country rap dream with the bass on knock, From the sticks to the city, man, I still ride heavy, Ain’t nothin’ more solid than that old school Chevy. [Verse 2] Candy red paint with the pipes real loud, Got the whole town lookin’ when I roll through the crowd, ’88 legend, that’s the year of the grind, Steel on steel, yeah she built to shine. No Tesla, no Beamer, no Benz on me, Just a Box on spokes with the tint low-key, Granny passed it down, now it’s part of my soul, Every dent, every scratch, got a story I hold. [Hook] Box Chevy, ’88, sittin’ tall on the block, Country rap dream with the bass on knock, From the sticks to the city, man, I still ride heavy, Ain’t nothin’ more solid than that old school Chevy. [Verse 3] Pull up at the cookout, cooler in the trunk, Subs hittin’ hard, got the backseat sunk, Smoke in the wind, tailgate let down, Chevy been a king, never needed no crown. Country roads raised me, blacktop made me, ’88 Box Chevy, that’s the one that saved me, Ride till I die, let the frame stay steady, Box Chevy life, yeah the culture too heavy. [Outro Hook] Box Chevy, ’88, sittin’ tall on the block, Country rap dream with the bass on knock, From the dirt road roots to the city real ready, I’ma ride till I’m gone in my old school Chevy.
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“88 Box Dreams” [Intro] Yeah… Box Chevy, ’88 legend… Country roads to the city lights, Let’s ride. [Verse 1] Rollin’ down the backroad, paint drippin’ on chrome, ’88 Box Chevy, yeah she built like a throne, Seats tuck clean, got the wood on the dash, Pioneer knockin’, let the speakers just blast. Came from the dirt, now the tires throw flames, Country boy steppin’, put respect on the name, Old school frame, but the motor on beast, If you ridin’ in a Box, then you ridin’ in peace. [Hook] Box Chevy, ’88, sittin’ tall on the block, Country rap dream with the bass on knock, From the sticks to the city, man, I still ride heavy, Ain’t nothin’ more solid than that old school Chevy. [Verse 2] Candy red paint with the pipes real loud, Got the whole town lookin’ when I roll through the crowd, ’88 legend, that’s the year of the grind, Steel on steel, yeah she built to shine. No Tesla, no Beamer, no Benz on me, Just a Box on spokes with the tint low-key, Granny passed it down, now it’s part of my soul, Every dent, every scratch, got a story I hold. [Hook] Box Chevy, ’88, sittin’ tall on the block, Country rap dream with the bass on knock, From the sticks to the city, man, I still ride heavy, Ain’t nothin’ more solid than that old school Chevy. [Verse 3] Pull up at the cookout, cooler in the trunk, Subs hittin’ hard, got the backseat sunk, Smoke in the wind, tailgate let down, Chevy been a king, never needed no crown. Country roads raised me, blacktop made me, ’88 Box Chevy, that’s the one that saved me, Ride till I die, let the frame stay steady, Box Chevy life, yeah the culture too heavy. [Outro Hook] Box Chevy, ’88, sittin’ tall on the block, Country rap dream with the bass on knock, From the dirt road roots to the city real ready, I’ma ride till I’m gone in my old school Chevy.