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Got a black Porsche, I'm barely drivin' in it Family's back home and then I jive 'em with it House is paid off and we're survivin' in it So why do I feel guilty when I'm layin' in it? Text my mom about a show she goes, I've seen it Tell my dad I love him, hope he knows I mean it Meditated this mornin' and still feel like shit God's got unconditional love, I know he knows I need it Got a, got a, got a, got a black Porsche, I'm barely drivin' in it Family's, family's back home and then I jive 'em with it Got a, got a, got a, got a black Porsche, I'm barely drivin' in it Family's, family's back home and then I jive 'em with it Barely recognized, but when I am I hate it Sometimes throw on Stacy, wish I never made it Pull what's left out my hair if my heart is hurtin' But if I can look at Macy then I know it's worth it Oh, boy, I can feel so faulty, my sins are makin' me stare at Hell What the fuck is the issue and why is my mind a carousel? Michigan and me stirred up like Michelin stars in Europe Graveyard of Petoskey stones that I purposely never turn up, so if I Got a, got a, got a, got a black Porsche, I'm barely drivin' in it Family's, family's back home and then I jive 'em with it Got a, got a, got a, got a black Porsche, I'm barely drivin' in it (Drivin' in it, yeah) Family's, family's back home and then I jive 'em with it You don't need to know Why I'm mornin' mackin' blondes like the Kelly and Regis show Figured out the Roman numeral when I was regional You can get it 3-6-5, never seasonal Pour some Cabernet and play some Drake until the speakers blow Why you act surprised already? Way late to the witty words and all the style already Made weight like a fighter way back in his prime already We played Radio City and did two nights already But I try I don't know if I'm a good or bad guy But I try And lately that's been my life Got a, got a, got a, got a black Porsche, I'm barely drivin' in it (Drivin' in it) Family's, family's back home and then I jive 'em with it Got a, got a, got a, got a black Porsche, I'm barely drivin' in it (Drivin' in it, yeah) Family's, family's back home and then I jive 'em with it
Writer(s): Adam Friedman, Mikael Temrowski, Zeke Sacaridiz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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