Heath McNease - PT Cruiser Brigade
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{Heath McNease}
Cruiser
That PT
Cruiser
Nah, that's not me
Got your mom on the right-hand side
Plus I think she 45
Cruiser
That PT
Cruiser
Nah, that's not me
{Playdough}
Got your mom on the left-hand side
Yeah, that's right, I make her drive!
{Heath McNease}
Yeah, if you in a PT Cruiser I can't see you 'cause you see-through
Cotton Candy soft, Cottonelle soft, triple-ply
Me? Never that, never that, never me
Not me, never that, never that ahhhhhh
You comin' up strong and that PT Cruiser is not the bomb
With that eggshell white paint job
Got a grown man lookin' like soccer mom
Oh, you got kids? Man, that sound depressing
My driver's license been expired since like 2007
Born with a stone-cold intellect most internet don't understand me
Y'all minivan sport utility white folk lovin'
Watchin' that Modern Family
Y'all watching The Voice
Green and Levine, man they got a lot o' poise
How 'bout another choice?
Though I confess Blake Shelton I make my eyes like kinda moist
I would get annoyed
I bully that DVR and erase all that Iron Chef
While that tech nine spark on your breakfast nook 'til there ain't no iron left
Right or left, provide or connect
Can't wait, man, I'mma find that address
No more Honey Boo Boo, Keeping Up With the K's
Wifey say bye to the dress
That's what y'all get for watching Mr. Popper's Penguins
Just crack a book, Rosetta Stone another language
Just close your eyes and listen to your cousin danglin'
You're so white you bought your girl some matching couple's anklets
Plus a dozen bracelets
Caught your mama sucking faces
Wit' your boy McNasty point blank, out in public spaces
With a grill like hibachi mixed with a white picket fence
She stuck with braces
(?...) Dipset quick she been talking 'bout a lot of nuptials lately
Now (?...)
Go Han Solo 'til I'm dead
12 parsecs the Millenium Falcon that Kessel Run and then I'm lit
'Cause I Usain Bolt wit' it
It's a cold case you can't cope wit' it
It's a whole state you can't roll wit' it
And it's a no way you ain't open it
{Heath McNease}
Cruiser
That PT
Cruiser
Nah, that's not me
Got your mom on the right-hand side
Plus I think she 45
Cruiser
That PT
Cruiser
Nah, yeah that's me
{Playdough}
Got your mom on the right-hand side
And she jammin' DeepSpace5!
{Playdough}
Ahhh Bruiser
Rollin' in that PT Cruiser
Got a new password to lose her
Meant for user and hope that fools her
Man, I'm Agg City
A double G triple D town
Rewound
That biddy can't trouble me to keep the seat down
We clown
She skied up and I skied down
I'm shogun put the beat down
We showed up, we tore it up
We blow it up and we leave town
Man, I'm too colorblind anyway
Put your Blackberry, paper, and your pen away
Dirty South, but I made a clean getaway
'Cause when I press play and at the end of the day
I'm too Krispy Kream with the red light on
(inhales) Fresh! Nice and warm
Warm and nice
Lookin' that nice it was overpriced
So I rolled the dice on the Chuck D's
Tuck these laces in
Trust me just these fake pretend
Pro Wing Payless ain't my friend
But I take what I can 'til I'm makin' ends
And I'm making ends
But it's paper thin
Breathe in breathe out that oxygen
Can't box him in
One vapor, one life
What's paper? Just right
One dude, two losers
Three purple PT Cruisers
{Playdough}
Got your mom on the right-hand side
And she jammin' DeepSpace5!
Yeah
Got your mom on the left-hand side
I'm shotgun
Yeah, that's right, I make her drive!
(Cruiser)
{Heath McNease}
Cruiser
That PT
Cruiser
Nah, that's not me
Got your mom on the right-hand side
Plus I think she 45
Cruiser
That PT
Cruiser
Nah, that's not me
{Playdough}
Got your mom on the left-hand side
Yeah, that's right, I make her drive!
{Heath McNease}
Yeah, if you in a PT Cruiser I can't see you 'cause you see-through
Cotton Candy soft, Cottonelle soft, triple-ply
Me? Never that, never that, never me
Not me, never that, never that ahhhhhh
You comin' up strong and that PT Cruiser is not the bomb
With that eggshell white paint job
Got a grown man lookin' like soccer mom
Oh, you got kids? Man, that sound depressing
My driver's license been expired since like 2007
Born with a stone-cold intellect most internet don't understand me
Y'all minivan sport utility white folk lovin'
Watchin' that Modern Family
Y'all watching The Voice
Green and Levine, man they got a lot o' poise
How 'bout another choice?
Though I confess Blake Shelton I make my eyes like kinda moist
I would get annoyed
I bully that DVR and erase all that Iron Chef
While that tech nine spark on your breakfast nook 'til there ain't no iron left
Right or left, provide or connect
Can't wait, man, I'mma find that address
No more Honey Boo Boo, Keeping Up With the K's
Wifey say bye to the dress
That's what y'all get for watching Mr. Popper's Penguins
Just crack a book, Rosetta Stone another language
Just close your eyes and listen to your cousin danglin'
You're so white you bought your girl some matching couple's anklets
Plus a dozen bracelets
Caught your mama sucking faces
Wit' your boy McNasty point blank, out in public spaces
With a grill like hibachi mixed with a white picket fence
She stuck with braces
(?...) Dipset quick she been talking 'bout a lot of nuptials lately
Now (?...)
Go Han Solo 'til I'm dead
12 parsecs the Millenium Falcon that Kessel Run and then I'm lit
'Cause I Usain Bolt wit' it
It's a cold case you can't cope wit' it
It's a whole state you can't roll wit' it
And it's a no way you ain't open it
{Heath McNease}
Cruiser
That PT
Cruiser
Nah, that's not me
Got your mom on the right-hand side
Plus I think she 45
Cruiser
That PT
Cruiser
Nah, yeah that's me
{Playdough}
Got your mom on the right-hand side
And she jammin' DeepSpace5!
{Playdough}
Ahhh Bruiser
Rollin' in that PT Cruiser
Got a new password to lose her
Meant for user and hope that fools her
Man, I'm Agg City
A double G triple D town
Rewound
That biddy can't trouble me to keep the seat down
We clown
She skied up and I skied down
I'm shogun put the beat down
We showed up, we tore it up
We blow it up and we leave town
Man, I'm too colorblind anyway
Put your Blackberry, paper, and your pen away
Dirty South, but I made a clean getaway
'Cause when I press play and at the end of the day
I'm too Krispy Kream with the red light on
(inhales) Fresh! Nice and warm
Warm and nice
Lookin' that nice it was overpriced
So I rolled the dice on the Chuck D's
Tuck these laces in
Trust me just these fake pretend
Pro Wing Payless ain't my friend
But I take what I can 'til I'm makin' ends
And I'm making ends
But it's paper thin
Breathe in breathe out that oxygen
Can't box him in
One vapor, one life
What's paper? Just right
One dude, two losers
Three purple PT Cruisers
{Playdough}
Got your mom on the right-hand side
And she jammin' DeepSpace5!
Yeah
Got your mom on the left-hand side
I'm shotgun
Yeah, that's right, I make her drive!
(Cruiser)
