Car lyrics

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
She ain’t got the fattest ass, but she got the baddest assets
And she give good brain to pass them AP classes
And through these glasses, she the baddest (Bad b*tch)
And now I’m the gladdest, when I get her at night like Gladys
And I for a fact know, that I love her more than a tad bit
I’m lyin’, Sarah still made me the saddest, b*tch
My heart engine was the fastest, and that b*tch crashed it
Robin Williams could not patch it (Nope!)
Played me like a lottery, the one with the scratches
A love locked down with the latches
Could never brace a n*gga down, I broke them brackets
Was on the runway like fashion, we f*cked with passion
f*ck you, b*tch, I got my car fixed, and now I’m smashin’
But really, my engine works, zoom, keep flashin’

[Verse 2: brandUn DeShay, Syd]
Uh
Wow, I must've lucked up
'Cause my life was a mess, just clusterf*cked up
You know in furniture stores, the hoes spill with the fabric samples?
I wish that I could show you how I feel, but
I told you how I feel, I think I'm in love
From a n*gga so small like a sink in my tub
She busted out laughing, "How you think this sh*t up?"
I said "Well, the key is really not to think much"
And then we linked up, now a couple months passed, and
Time's going to waste like crumpled up trash
I just get nothing but flack
"I swear you should’ve been a Ford car, how I maintenance yo’ ass"
High maintenance, my ass! I wish
You would've put your turn signal on before you turned into a b*tch
Thought we was good to go, but you was running them red lights
They said love was blind, I got caught in yo' headlights, dead
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Talkin’ bout, “You need to be waxed, and be buffered”
But you wasn’t saying sh*t when you was yompin’ at my muffler
I would call you a Rent-A-Car, but
If I do that I’m just gonna look like another customer (Hoe)
You should think about the passenger, how he felt
Cause every time I was inside of you, no seatbelt
So if any pay due, have it in stick shift (b*tch)
I got O.F. insurance with no interest (Ugh)
Talkin’ ‘bout you're broke, but, baby girl you livin’
How the f*ck you livin’ when I, I-I’m barely livin’
How can you get far when you never even driven
“I mean, well, I mean, easy-” (One, two, three)
Listen, threw me in the dump, truthfully I don’t give a f*ck
(Really?) Hell yeah, only drove you girl, when I was drunk
f*ck it, could’ve had a brand new Lexus with my exes
But I went for you, a bucket

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]
(Um) f*ck you, b*tch
I really liked you, sh*t (I-I liked you too)
f*ck (Oh, I’m sorry)
f*ck (Stop yelling)
f*ckin’ crashed my car!
f*ckin’ drive my car, f*ckin’ drive my car
I’m not gon’ f*ckin’ cry, f*cking goin’ outta town
b*tch, f*ck if you lose
If I don’t shove my f*ckin’ di*k in yo’ mouth, b*tch
(I’m sorry) Oil change my motherf*ckin’ attitude
sh*t, sh*t (Stop)
Ruff, haha