Porsche Talk

No I wasn't born with the silveriest spoon
Hope plastic ware is enough for the moon
Cuz I can't keep on living in poison
It's poison
No it ain't diamonds that fill up my mind
But own the kind that'll fill up the climb
So why can't I get over the fences
These fences

But lately I feel it getting closer

And I don't got a brand new Porsche
But I'm working my credit up
Watch my Taurus scorch
And wow do the speakers
The speakers glare
And I don't got a brand new Porsche
But I'm working my credit up
Watch my Taurus scorch
And wow do the speakers
The speakers glare

When it's homemade
It ain't no mistake
When it's minute made
The feeling ain't the same
This don't aid the ones that ain't thirsty
And hungry
Have them dance around in the room going bat shit
Let their hair down even if they gotta latch it
Cuz things don't make the soul feel like plastic
Be magic

And lately I feel our shine get closer

And I don't got a brand new Porsche
But I'm working my credit up
Watch my Taurus scorch
And wow do the speakers
The speakers glare
And I don't got a brand new Porsche
But I'm working my credit up
Watch my Taurus scorch
And wow do the speakers
The speakers glare
And I don't got a brand new Porsche
But I'm working my credit up
Watch my Taurus scorch
And wow do the speakers
The speakers glare
And I don't got a brand new Porsche
But I'm working my credit up
Watch my Taurus scorch
And wow do the speakers
The speakers glare



Credits
Writer(s): Dwuane Stephens
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