"The Drive - uneeded attention"
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eyes starin' hard, in the distance glarin' a far
who apparently are, very aware of my car
I tightly grip the wheal, then slightly rip and peal
tires skid on concrete, and still theres eyes I feal
penitrating my mind, anger, tempting at time
feeling sentimental, eyes water, venting is fine
I reach a stop light, the eyes, wish i could stop sight
guy throws a drink, but theres a cop to stop a fight
I love to be alive, but i hate life, for the buggy i drive
little peice of shit, I mean it even smells muggy and dry
its either green or teal, ugly and ubseen for real
the green is ill, when I bought it sorta seem to apeal
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its cold how they just stood there and wouldnt pass
they just made fun, even a lil' old woman sat and laughed
this peice of trash, the stick stuck, the engine shut down
I must now, bust out, cuz the car door is stuck now
they start throwing things again, their guilty as sin
cars looking more silly then, with a more filthier trend
soon their throwing bottles of snapple, and old rotten apples
I'm caught in a grapple, someone stop these lil' assholes
I break through the window, mad by at least ten fold
I see back of car, and think why I have such bastard ken folk
cuz I see a stupid sign that says, "Fuck me for real yo"
I'm gonna kill these sicko's..............
...........I mean they even pasted some fake tits and a dildo
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~Babz~
Structure edited at Babylon's request. Px