(I wanna shout this out to all my peeps.)

Well I'm bad
Right to the bone
I'll be seventeen in a month or so
I live fast
Just like a rocket
New driver's permit in my back pocket

Rev my engine at the light
Smoke and squeal as my tires ignite
And the whole world knows exactly what that says about me:

I don't buy my own tires
No no no no no no no no no
I don't buyyyyyyy my own tires

Get these white walls (?) rollin' on my grocery-getter
I did not buy on my own credit
No Michelin man ever saw a dollar
Of my cash money where the road meets the rubber
I'm a-riding in the G-ride, hoopty jack
Never mind the babyseat in the back
I'm a rebel on the run, I'm a man with a mission
I can stay out past 11 if I get permission

Slide the stop sign and ride your tail
Pass on the shoulder, throwin' gravel like hail
The bass is pumpin' and the whole world knows all about me:

I don't pay for insurance either!
No no no no no no no no no
I don't buy my own
Michelin, Dunlop, Uniroyal and Hoosier
Continental, Sears, Arizonian or Cooper
Goodrich, Goodyear, Bridgestone, Perelli
Yokohama, General, Firestone or Kelly

I don't buy them
I don't buy my own
I don't buy my own
I don't buy my own
Buy my own

Album: Pretending I'm Not Home

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