Sitting on a highway in a broken van
Thinking of you again

In a high haze, looking at my eyes glaze
With night rain, nice jane, and the highway
The hindsight come to hit you from the blindside
Deep in the heart, the inner parts where you find pride
Have me thinking about the shit we should've did
Instead of sitting sideways like some lunatics
We done took a beating that done put us on our knees
I don't even hear the click-click when I turn the keys
Neglected all the check-lists, proper maintenence
Sparkplugs, wires, the bleeding breaks and shit
Stupid, we was too busy screaming
Radiator hotter than a motherfucker steaming
Transmission locked up, lack communication
And the radio to take the music out of conversation
Got me sitting look silly on the side of the road
I'd rather keep it moving, hit you right in the cold

Thinking of you again

Thinking of you

Her ambition faulty, as my transmission
When fooled off the fluid her ass'll keep shifting
One touch is a clutch I have to keep sticking
And my feelings die out, the spark is just missing
This bitch won't put it in park and just listen
I keep reminiscing about how she first started
Before it all turned to scrap I'm brokenhearted
Now when the rubbers gone I slide to new targets
What fulled our desire, put a hole in the sky
She was bound to the ground and I wanted to fly
Drove me crazy how she fronted like she wanted to die
Needing a jump in her life, so she break down and cry
But I still look for girls with pipes just like her
Junk in the trunk and headlights just like her
Now when I walk to the busstop in the rain
I pause and catch myself thinking of her again man

Thinking of you again

Thinking of you

With every single penny that I put into this transmission
It's a wonder that you're screeching and you can't listen
The ambition of the salesperson pricing me
Her quote was high, still with primer for a coat, I'd buy you
Like, lets make a deal, shake hands
I'm missing the engine, but still, such a great van
Her piston is hissin' what 80's drama in the whole nine
On top of that, my baby's mama had to co-sign
If a piss-stain can locate a fire
I can re-shape the pit-frame and rotate the tires
While hand-signals switch lanes, though it's not a terrible perc
The radio is only 8am and barely works
Still for a few weeks you could see me lean back smiling
Excited on the blue streets
But now you're on E, something in your insides
Blown and I'ma have to hitch-hike home
Goddamnit

Thinking of you again

Thinking of you