CunninLynguists, Mac Lethal - Broken Van (Thinkin’ of You) lyrics
CunninLynguists [Deacon the Villain, Kno, Natti] Lexington, Kentucky, U.S. 🇺🇸
[CunninLynguists, Mac Lethal - Broken Van Thinkin’ of You lyrics]
"Sittin' on a highway again in a broken van
Thinkin' of you again"
In a high haze, looking at my eyes glazed
With night rain, nice Jane, and the highway
The hindsight come and hit you
From the blind side
Deep in the heart, the inner parts
Where you find pride
Heavy thinking about the shit
We should of did instead of sitting sideways
Like some lunatics
We done took a beating that done
Put us on our knees
And don't even hear the click click
When I turn the keys
Neglected all the checklists
Proper maintenance spark plugs, wires
The bleedin' brakes and shit stupid
We was too busy screamin'
Radiator hot, then motherfucka steamin'
Transmission locked up, lack communication
And radio done take the
Music out of conversation
Got me sittin' looking silly on
The side of the road
I rather keep it moving hitch
A ride in the cold
Thinkin' of you again thinkin' of you
Her ambition faulty as my transmission
When pulled off the fluid
Her ass'll keep shiftin'
One touch, is a clutch
I had to keep stickin'
And my feelings died out
The spark is just missin'
This bitch won't put it in
Park and just listen
I keep reminiscing 'bout how
She first started
Before it all turned to scrap
I'm broken hearted now
When the rubbers gone I slide to new targets
What fueled our desire put a hole in the sky
She was bound to the ground
And I wanted to fly
Drove me crazy how she fronted
Like she wanted to die needing a jump
In her life so she'd break down and cry
But I still look for girls
With pipes just like her junk in the trunk
And headlights just like her
Now, when I walk to the bus stop in the rain
I pause and catch myself thinking of her game
Mayne
With every single penny that I
Put into this transmission
It's a wonder that you're screechin'
And you can't listen
The ambition of this salesperson pricin'
Me her quote was high
Still with primer for a coat, I'd buy ya
Like let's make a deal, shake hands
I'm missing the engine but still
Such a great van
Her piston is hissin' with 80's
Drama and the whole nine
On top of that, my baby's mama had to cosign
If a piss stain can locate a fire
I can reshape the bent frame
And rotate the tires
While hand signals switch lanes
Though it's not a terrible perk
The radio is only AM and barely works
Still, for a few weeks
You could see me leaned back, smilin'
Excited on the blue streets
But now you're on E
Something in your inside's blown
And I'mma have to hitch hike home
Goddamn it
Thinkin' of you again"
In a high haze, looking at my eyes glazed
With night rain, nice Jane, and the highway
The hindsight come and hit you
From the blind side
Deep in the heart, the inner parts
Where you find pride
Heavy thinking about the shit
We should of did instead of sitting sideways
Like some lunatics
We done took a beating that done
Put us on our knees
And don't even hear the click click
When I turn the keys
Neglected all the checklists
Proper maintenance spark plugs, wires
The bleedin' brakes and shit stupid
We was too busy screamin'
Radiator hot, then motherfucka steamin'
Transmission locked up, lack communication
And radio done take the
Music out of conversation
Got me sittin' looking silly on
The side of the road
I rather keep it moving hitch
A ride in the cold
Thinkin' of you again thinkin' of you
Her ambition faulty as my transmission
When pulled off the fluid
Her ass'll keep shiftin'
One touch, is a clutch
I had to keep stickin'
And my feelings died out
The spark is just missin'
This bitch won't put it in
Park and just listen
I keep reminiscing 'bout how
She first started
Before it all turned to scrap
I'm broken hearted now
When the rubbers gone I slide to new targets
What fueled our desire put a hole in the sky
She was bound to the ground
And I wanted to fly
Drove me crazy how she fronted
Like she wanted to die needing a jump
In her life so she'd break down and cry
But I still look for girls
With pipes just like her junk in the trunk
And headlights just like her
Now, when I walk to the bus stop in the rain
I pause and catch myself thinking of her game
Mayne
With every single penny that I
Put into this transmission
It's a wonder that you're screechin'
And you can't listen
The ambition of this salesperson pricin'
Me her quote was high
Still with primer for a coat, I'd buy ya
Like let's make a deal, shake hands
I'm missing the engine but still
Such a great van
Her piston is hissin' with 80's
Drama and the whole nine
On top of that, my baby's mama had to cosign
If a piss stain can locate a fire
I can reshape the bent frame
And rotate the tires
While hand signals switch lanes
Though it's not a terrible perk
The radio is only AM and barely works
Still, for a few weeks
You could see me leaned back, smilin'
Excited on the blue streets
But now you're on E
Something in your inside's blown
And I'mma have to hitch hike home
Goddamn it