Sometimes I feel like I can't even sing (say, say, the light) I'm very scared for this world, I'm very scared for me (say, say, the light) Eviscerate your memory Here's a scene You're in the backseat laying down, the windows wrap around (say, say, the

Let me take you there, let me take you there Heaven's in the backseat of my Cadillac Heaven's in the backseat of my Cadillac (let me take you there) Let me take you there, you there, you there, you there (That unicorn, that lush) I've got love in my

Are we just a backseat, tryna get it while we can? Are we names in a tattoo, or just a number on a hand? Are we last-call kissing or will we be reminiscing with each other for the next forty years? Are we written in the stars, baby, or are we written in

So go I know you would not stay It wasn't true, but anyway It's going to take a little time While you're waiting like a factory line I'll fly across the park Backseat on the 79 Wasted days you've come to pass Pollination yellow cab You walk up the stairs

Would you hit it in the back seat of my ride And I know it's risky right Won't you hit it how I like But I want it in the backseat of my hm Who needs a bed when there’s a hooptie instead So I want it now Oowee these fellas can't mind their business, hm

We ain't ever gettin' older I know it breaks your heart Moved to the city in a broke-down car and And I, I, I can't stop (can't stop) No, I, I, I can't stop (can't stop) So, baby, pull me closer In the backseat of your Rover That I know you can't afford

We in the nuclear season We survived nuclear seasons (Good times, dark nights) In the shelter I survived the storm Summer lovin' in the backseat, gone Falling through the clouds We survived nuclear seasons Let my car run out Cars burn out I wont scream

All my life I want money and power Martin had a dream Respect my mind or die from lead shower I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower So I can fuck the world for seventy two hours Damn I got bitches, wifey, girlfriend and mistress Kendrick have a

Expectations Prom Queen, Miss America In the backseat in a pair of cuffs Never be Miss America Baby, innocence one day gonna be decadence Sixteen, little runaway From the Five-O and you got away

Oh I wish I could be more like you Do you wish you could be more like me? Backseat of my car, in the back of my head I come alive when I hear your voice It's a beautiful sound, it's a beautiful noise Do you look up to the sky? Do you know the reasons why