Lyrics to Black Porsche
Got a black Porsche and 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 lyin' in it?
Text my mama 'bout 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 and 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 and 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
Sometimеs [?] Stacy, wish I never made it
Pull what's lеft out my head 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 your own grave
The art of Petoskey, stones that I purposely never turn up, so if I…
Got a—Got a—Got a—Got a black Porsche and 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 and 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 mournin' [?] like the [?]
So figure out the Roman numeral and how it's regional
You can get a 3-6-5, never seasonal
Pull some cabernet and play some Drake until the speakers blow
Why you act surprised? They're all ready
Way late to the witty words [?] ready
Made way like a fire way back in his prime already
We play 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 and 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 and barely drivin' in it (Drivin' in it, yeah)
Family's—Family's back home and then I jive 'em with 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 lyin' in it?
Text my mama 'bout 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 and 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 and 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
Sometimеs [?] Stacy, wish I never made it
Pull what's lеft out my head 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 your own grave
The art of Petoskey, stones that I purposely never turn up, so if I…
Got a—Got a—Got a—Got a black Porsche and 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 and 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 mournin' [?] like the [?]
So figure out the Roman numeral and how it's regional
You can get a 3-6-5, never seasonal
Pull some cabernet and play some Drake until the speakers blow
Why you act surprised? They're all ready
Way late to the witty words [?] ready
Made way like a fire way back in his prime already
We play 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 and 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 and barely drivin' in it (Drivin' in it, yeah)
Family's—Family's back home and then I jive 'em with it
