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lyrics
My windshield's seen a lot of shit,
meanwhile I haven't cuz I've barely cleaned it.
Let's see, shift into reverse
to remember teen kids pre spliffs, post bong rips.
Sophomore, 16, handed from dad, to sis, to me,
assisting in speed with pistons breaking sweats.
Didn't pay for gas yet, take a blunt cruise,
to be be blunt with you this cruise's to get booze
on the island I grew back in highschool.
Broin' out int he car cuz there's nothing to do.
Playing tunes with the EQ maxing out the bass,
roll into campus, make everyone scrunch face.
Ok, gawk and awe in the parking lot
while I park in my spot ya'll start to talk,
like "Oh my god, becky, look at what he's revving.
Evergreen license plate look at what he's repping"
[HOOK]
My car's a hiding spot for getting high in parking lots.
My car's so McFly, Delorean take me back in time.
Under shades of pine it's a shade of black,
I'mma improvise, how I started to rap.
She said "It wreaks of dope."
Please don't take away the car mom, I swear I don't smoke.
Pop in cassettes with the wire hangin' out,
iPod, my best friend, bumping Del hella loud.
It's a prerequisite if you wanna get picked
up in this whip that you dig jams I kick.
Ditch fifth period, get a fifth, I'm serious.
Zip to the park, throw the disc and cheers to this.
Raise your glasses
to skippin' classes,
gettin' asses,
hopin' senior year-you passed it.
Driving drunk home, that was hella whack man.
It was the ego on another upperclassman.
Stop by the church to cipher for a bit,
you pack the bowl, beat box, and I'll spit.
Hot box this bitch till the smoke is way too thick,
till I can't see shit. Quick! Where is the Bic?
Lost like guitar picks, I think I dropped it
between the seat and the console,
we called it the abyss in
[HOOK]
Photo album on wheels,
every mile's a story.
Nostalgic's how I feel but I'll try not to be corny.
Got CDs still in it, still spinnin'
from friends who were burnin' 'em,
haven't heard from them in a while, man.
Next time I go home I'll have them pile in,
start whilin', laugh at all the times when
we were so dumb, so stupid, so fun,
so foolish, a bunch of hooligans.
I bet you got cronies back home the same,
the ones who saw become who you became,
the ones who know both your parents' names
from the days you'd sneak out when the moon came to play.
Keep the engine off, roll her out slowly
to the street, turn the keys, let's get going.
Blow my abode, get this show on the road,
and I'mma follow my headlights wherever they go from
An energy-driven dynamic rap artist, K-Rad is a Seattle native who focuses on storytelling, clever lyrics and catchy hooks over lush beats that combine old-school hip-hop fundamentals with newer electronic sounds.
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