Lyrics

[Chorus] Now you get a car And you get a car And you get a car And you get a car And you get a car And you get a car And you get a car And you get a car [Verse 1] Tickets for the gun show, late for the fight Get in with the cutthroat, make with the nice Take in the sights as you aim at the floor Sleep with one eye open and away from the door Now that you've curved third finger on the bell Death out of oil and some poisons to sell Boil down his tears from the years that he spent Hearing ghosts and the omens slowly cheers-ing his death The clock major dollar holler bad girl party hat Dante nirvana's on a flat world army tat Sharpie cat, missing link, archer with the starter coat Hunker down the Once-ler and the starburst into artichokes Marky [?] Funky Bunch, glass eye, fish food Domicile, Gomer Pyle, Joker smile, chip tooth Rip roof, drop top, foxy brown, locker meat [?] pay the man or Abraham's [?] Tried to find a better way, but now I just don't give a fuck Inside I'm dead as Zed and outside I'm the village dunce Filling up his tank, got the blankets at the Jennifer[?] Dupont[?] on the roof top, and the anklets for the wrestlers Messengers, bloodied up, guppy hunt, barrel fish Money tree, fire fox, China shop, Merrill Lynch Derelict, satellite schools for the wasted youth Fibers turn to tigers and incisors into sabertooths [Chorus] Now you get a car And you get a car And you get a car And you get a car And you get a car And you get a car And you get a car And you get a car [Verse 2] Teacher once told him that the Campbell's and Kraft Wasn't much different from the handfuls of crack In the sandals and 'stache from his pumas and skids In the waitress from the famous but a few months of tips Momma once told him there'd be days where he wishes he Hadn't left the bed or took his breakfast to Tiffany In his dreams he wins it all, but always holds the putter wrong And in between the 9 to 5 he idolize the somersault Rounded up from nothing and got overdrawn Peppercorn bop like he spastic or it's live action Techeun Force Begging for his space, but got issues when he separate Money from the love and the gators from the Everglades Never make dough off the music that he started on But everything that he read is on some pretty shit, Barbara Zon[?] Mark his lawn daily to prevailing get it ruined by Rappers that say they don't rap in Cadillacs with suicide Doors on the low ride, home fry, rough him up Olly olly oxygen [?] It is dark, hell is warm, also where the children go To practice how to catfish on the graphics with the silicone Million ways for you to choose whichever way you wanna go More racks on the door cracks or a Rorschach with a rubber hose Summer clothes, packed up, safe keep, snorkel time From where we keep creating it and basing with them porcupines [Chorus] Now you get a car And you get a car And you get a car And you get a car And you get a car And you get a car And you get a car And you get a car