What do you want me to say
When i haven't a clue?
The sun shines up in the sky
Ans it's staring at you

Driving down wind over road
With your arm in the breeze
The way that you cover the ground
Makes you feel ao at ease

And it's all to do with who you are
It's all to do with penis size and cars

Watching the girls on the street
From the seat of your car
The price starts to rise in your heart
And you push it real hard

You sit in the back of your car
As it splatters and burns
The only heart that you?ll break
Is that mother of yours

Don't follow me, i'm free