Jalopy
There's a spit avalanche headin' one way Headed toward the light alley way The beard blew off the dandelion And left a 24-karat button in its
The steering wheel boomerangs from the junkyard rolling but rolling on the real hard turf Or for what it's worth, another dent for another
So I'm down jalopy style If I'm going down, I roll the fur Playing with the lowlife, I travel light, I travel And when I rock the box, I the box loud
Bumping and rolling, no for red now Wheeling and dealing, just the bread now I'm hatchin' the gold mine, the fever Take it all over jalopy style, style
Got the rumble seat with the ruckus on ready Givin' him the finger with a beep like Takin' the trip, hit bricks with the On the heyday seven mile itch
The hit the deck from bionic On the low-fi jeep beat turf for what it's worth For what worth
and rolling, no stopping for red now Wheeling and dealing, stretching the bread now I'm the gold mine, spreading the fever Take it all over jalopy style, jalopy
I'm this mix up from bumper to beat Just rollin' on, just on my way down on Nickel Bag Street Just rollin' on, style
and rolling, no stopping for red now Wheeling and dealing, stretching the bread now I'm hatchin' the mine, spreading the fever Take it all over style, jalopy style
Jalopy