'07 honda

Back in '07 we bought the Honda Momma wanted Hyundai, Auntie wanted Mazda Copped two Civics for my grammy and gramps Back then, I cherished everything that we had He trade the minivan for a four-door Signed the contract, then took some photos Seven-year-old me, next to Lolo We were grateful, that's fosho though I got the car when I was seventeen Thirty dollars filled the tank, gas was all I need Bumping GoldLink, driving 'round the streets Hand out the window, that was paradise to me Chilling in the backseat Talking 'bout our lives And I noticed something passed me All the signs that I couldn't read I was only tryna sleep Decisions kept me up, see Ego bigger than a truck, so nobody above me What did I know? I was seventeen Parking lots after class, it was nothing If I'm honest, the whip was pretty modest Hundred dollars, LA where you could find us 5-0 tried to fine us, went and cleared my sinus Whip could clear the sonics, used to fear the chronic I don't fear the reaper, I don't fear you either My life like a feature: classic, praised; neither I'm not tripping, Honda Civic whipping If I got nothing else but my car, I'm happy living Had a quota, lemon breeze aroma Did what I was 'sposed to, now I'm getting older I'm driving black now, tell them all to back down I don't blast rounds, all I need is gas now Back in '07, we bought the Honda Asked if she was 'bout us, she said kinda We gon' have to speed past all the drama You residing deep down en mi alma If I'm honest with you If I'm honest with you, I don't wanna switch up I just wan' be with you It was fun in my youth, spent my time on the run Caught a vibe in the coupe Four-door whipping, hit the gas, start sprinting Outside just living, my mind just tripping Maybe I'm just different, know that I've been distant So let's close the distance Let's not talk business You got a lot to pursue But I do it all just for you What does the future hold? Who gives a f*ck? Hop in, let's hit the road We'll try on our luck Maybe I'm not the one But I'm here for now Driving up to the sun Away from the clouds Baby, you got shotgun Whenever you wanna Racking up miles up in My lil' black Honda