Black Porsche Lyrics
Gotta black Porsche I’m barely driving in it
Family’s back home and they’re not jiving with it
House is paid off and we’re surviving in it
So why do I feel guilty when I’m laying 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 morning and still feel like shit
God’s got unconditional love I know he knows I need it
Gotta black Porsche I’m barely driving in it
Families back home and they’re not jiving withit
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 hurting But if I can look at Macy then I know it’s worth it Oh boy I can feel so faulty
My sins are making me stare at hell
What the fuck is the issue
And why is my mind a carousel
Michigan in me’s stirred up
Like Michelin stars in Europe
Graveyard of petoskey stones
That I purposely never turn up so if I
Gotta black Porsche I’m barely driving in it
Families back home and they’re not jiving with it
You don’t need to know
Why I’m morning 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 didtwo 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
Gotta black Porsche I’m barely driving in it
Families back home and they’re not jiving with it