The Dean's List - My Blue Car lyrics

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So I had to buy a whip, but had to have my shades on,

The dark ones to hide out my problems, still juicy.

And I see what you don’t, better be a short ride,

A short ride to who knows where.

That’s where we always go when it’s Pluto here,

Trying to be a cool, motherfucker, why you did it, you alright?

Girl crying like a white girl, walking like a bad bitch,

Looking for a payphone, in the city it don’t have that shit no more,

What happened to your cell, you don’t work no more

But your mouth does, can you speak up? I’ll be a big boy, ‘cause they believe us.

Cocaine is a motherfucker aim it, faint it,

Work up with your accent in the bathroom, faded,

Made it out alive, but you barely made it.

But you barely made it, but you barely made it.

Waiting by the car for you, with the door wide open,

You couldn’t leave and talk, said you hopped up in the whip,

Thank God you had your shades on, shades on,

The dark ones, to hide all your problems that I see.

And you see what I don’t, let it be a short ride,

A short ride to who knows where

That’s where we always go when it’s Pluto here

Try to be a cool, motherfucker, why you did it, you alright?

Girl crying like a white girl, walking like a bad bitch,

Looking for a payphone, in the city it don’t have that shit no more,

What happened to your cell, you don’t work no more

But your mouth does, can you speak up? I’ll be a big boy, if you believe in us,

If you believe in us.

Where the hell we go left, right? You were always wrong,

Seated in my blue car, you hated my blue car,

I thought you to drive that, I brought you to school, girl,

Forget about the old shit, tell me how you’ve been, though,

Tell me all the new stuff you can never go through,

Hope you wear my favorite kicks in your front yard

With your grandma yelling at the backdoor

And your pop’s on his way back home.

So I get in the blue car, you hated my blue car,

I thought you to drive that, I brought you to school, girl,

Forget about the old shit, tell me how you’ve been, though,

Tell me all the new stuff you can never go through,

You can never go through, you can never go through.

Where the hell we go left, right? You were always wrong,

Seated in my blue car, you hated my blue car,

I thought you to drive that, I brought you to school, girl,

Forget about the old shit, tell me how you’ve been, though,

Tell me all the new stuff you can never go through,

Hope you wear my favorite kicks in your front yard

With your grandma yelling at the backdoor

And your pop’s on his way back home.

So I get in the blue car, you hated my blue car,

I thought you to drive that, I brought you to school, girl,

Forget about the old shit, tell me how you’ve been, though.