
Black Porsche Quinn XCII
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[Verse 1]
Got a black Porsche and barely drivin' in it
Family's back home and then I jive 'em with it
House is paid off and we're survivin' in it
So why do I feel guilty when I'm lyin' in it?
Text my mama 'bout a show; she goes; I've seen it
Tell my dad I love him, hope he knows I mean it
Meditated this mornin' and still feel like shit
God's got unconditional love; I know He knows I need it
[Chorus]
Got a—Got a—Got a—Got a black Porsche and barely drivin' in it
Family's—Family's back home and then I jive 'em with it
Got a—Got a—Got a—Got a black Porsche and barely drivin' in it
Family's—Family's back home and then I jive 'em with it
[Verse 2]
Barely recognized, but when I am, I hate it
Sometimеs [?] Stacy, wish I never made it
Pull what's lеft out my head if my heart is hurtin', but if…
I can look at Macy, then I know it's worth it, oh, boy
I can feel so faulty; my sins are makin' me stare at Hell
What the fuck is the issue? And why is my mind a carousel?
Michigan and me stirred up like Michelin stars in your own grave
The art of Petoskey, stones that I purposely never turn up, so if I…
Got a black Porsche and barely drivin' in it
Family's back home and then I jive 'em with it
House is paid off and we're survivin' in it
So why do I feel guilty when I'm lyin' in it?
Text my mama 'bout a show; she goes; I've seen it
Tell my dad I love him, hope he knows I mean it
Meditated this mornin' and still feel like shit
God's got unconditional love; I know He knows I need it
[Chorus]
Got a—Got a—Got a—Got a black Porsche and barely drivin' in it
Family's—Family's back home and then I jive 'em with it
Got a—Got a—Got a—Got a black Porsche and barely drivin' in it
Family's—Family's back home and then I jive 'em with it
[Verse 2]
Barely recognized, but when I am, I hate it
Sometimеs [?] Stacy, wish I never made it
Pull what's lеft out my head if my heart is hurtin', but if…
I can look at Macy, then I know it's worth it, oh, boy
I can feel so faulty; my sins are makin' me stare at Hell
What the fuck is the issue? And why is my mind a carousel?
Michigan and me stirred up like Michelin stars in your own grave
The art of Petoskey, stones that I purposely never turn up, so if I…
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