Mountain View Circle

Of course I love you
Listen I need you to drive
I got Waze on my phone
So we ain't hitting 85
If the police pull us over
Baby girl it's all mine
Even the bars in your purse
You don't ever argue
And you never start
I gotta pick up a half of wax
And my roommate's coworker need some carts
The white man charged me forty
I was flippin' for the seventy-five
Same clothes for a week
Bitch I'm getting mines
Same clothes for a month
But I might get poisoning from iodine
A shrimp fried this rice cuz I be serving three people at the same time
Fuck it we up all night
Watching Clockers
I'm paranoid in the blinds
I already left the house twice I gotta give it time
My license suspended like four different ways
I really shouldn't drive
But Carlos ain't even legal
He really shouldn't drive
So he lets me take his ride
Fuck it he steals pills from me anyway



Credits
Writer(s): Scott Molina
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