State Farm Lyrics

State Farm

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?