Car Song - Spank Rock, Santigold

You know what you want

Better get your line

Who’s got the keys to my car

I don’t know, I don’t know

I wanna be where you are

I know, I know

Let’s make this money like Olsons

Well, more like Big or Orson Welles

Real n*gga with stories to tell

106 got souls for sale

Hasids on my kosher dill

I took New York like Cloverfield

Now I want to go west (Like Kanye?)

I was thinking more Cornell

Groupies throw their goodies like

Pennies down the wishing well

Think they know me cause they saw me

With my d*ck out in the Sofitel

Bless my mic and hold it well

B*tch come be my Vicki Vale

The only thing PG 'bout me is Tofer

F*ck the world for real

How hip hop dying

I ain’t lying stiff

Though I’ve been sick for years

These n*ggas just don’t wanna take it there

Stop for a few years just to make it fair

But why when I got 'em up in the club

Like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Who’s got the keys to my car

I don’t know, I don’t know

I wanna be where you are

I know, I know

Take my picture

I make it rain till the soil gets richer

Till the seeds rupture and reach their

Bloom and flaunt their features

You ain’t no star

We don’t really care who you are

Just two tits out a bra

Just two lips on my balls

Boo b*tch you stripped for a blog?

Everybody wants to get into

A scene to be seen

Don’t want to contribute

All for themselves

Won’t pay tribute

Me?

I’m too strong

You need me to dilute

I see you

You roll on through

Go save yourself

Can’t save me too

Repent at the gates but until I do

I’ma do me, you can go and do you

I wanna see how far

Go till the road gets dark

Chasing the lines on tar

Till I am where you are

Who’s got the keys to my car

I don’t know, I don’t know

I wanna be where you are

I know, I know