If I choke boy
You start me up again
Restring my wires why'know
This gearbox can make the shift polish my rims
Damned if you do
Damned if you don't
I swear it seems of late boy
I've even curved this body to fit your bow

Still the rain can't confuse the thoughts that come
Come in rhythm
Cause it never was the cars and guitars that came between us
Still a thought says what if I
Keep on drivin'
Keep on drivin'

"Yeah that whip has skirt"
You said it proud
Sometimes I'd watch her idle while you'd tune her up
Me with my silencer on
You and your crocodile clip
Me and my alligator pears yeah
All tricked out for the trip
That slid into a spin

You say that "I miss you"
You stop in at my drive-through
You know who you'll order some some boy

Cause it never was the cars and guitars that came between us
Still a thought says what if I
Keep on drivin'
Keep on drivin'
Keep on drivin'

If I choke boy
You start me up again
Resting my wires why'know
This gearbox can make the shift polish my rims

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): TORI ELLEN AMOS