My Mercedes Lyrics by bülow
How does it feel?
To make a little girl cry
Pulling the rug from her feet
Man, what is your deal?
Messing about
With those girls from the bar
I’m done waiting and waiting on you
Spent all my cash, I ain’t paying your dues no more
Didn’t think I’d find somebody new
But that’s just what I did
How does it feel?
To hear another man’s name
Coming out my mouth
You spinning those wheels
Wishing that was you now
But you ran around
How does it feel to be someone
That I used to love?
Now you’re just some old junk from my past
I took your Mercedes, I’m not giving it back
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
How does it feel?
Looking for your leather boots
They’re in the back seat right beside your SG
Man, how does that feel?
When the things that you love, you can’t find when you need them most
I’m done waiting and waiting on you
Spent all my cash, I ain’t paying your dues no more
Didn’t think I’d find somebody new
But that’s just what I did
How does it feel?
To hear another man’s name
Coming out my mouth
You spinning those wheels
Wishin that was you now
But you ran around
How does it feel to be someone
That I used to love?
Now you’re just some old junk from my past
I took your Mercedes, I’m not giving it back
I’m not giving it back
You took my time, I won’t ever get that
And I’m painting it black
It’s my Mercedes, if anyone asks
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah