Flipping Cars - Shredders, Sims, P.O.S.

Stepping like a concrete mixer

All these odd thoughts flicker

While these soft parts flutter

Churning all that glitter ain’t gold

By the digits or they got 'em in the gutter

You can find it where the road hits the rubber stamp

Ode to the underbelly

Fold with the upper-hand?

Please

I tell myself «breathe»

I tell you «pardon my reach»

I thread the needle through the heart of the dream

To see which part of it bleeds

Yeah

Doin' donuts in an Acura in slow motion

Cause life is cooler than you thought it was

Doors open, both hands up, eyes closed

Taking out a stop light, that’s my real life

Push buttons and write words and say em for work

And make nerds feel something as fuck daily

Guaranteed stressed out with a dumb heart

And a V Chill Vibe but throw a TV at you crazy

Bitches say «P, you crazy»

Then they get pissed that I said the word «bitches»

Then I explain that I was quoting a rap guy

And that’s how my rap dies

I laugh then laugh-cry

I was diggin' for a fire while you were gone fishin', reeling

I was key in the ignition, peelin'

Listen to the tires squealin'

Feelin' inspired in spite o' all these flashin' red lights

I was maskin' my pain but I was feelin' all right

You were passin' that blame

While I was passin' that light

I was takin' that light, tryna feel a little better

I was takin' that light, makin' somethin' insane

I would make it galvanize

Put the metal to the flame

Eyes, heavy 90's metal bass player vibe

Slowly cockin' his head to one side

Creep City like I’m Cedar Falls, Iowa, and that’s fine

I get a «fuck yes» out of a «maybe»

Make it wavy like whoa

Surf’s up somethin' crazy

Do’s what I feel like, that’s my real life