Might As Well Drive a Fast Car

Life fuckin' sucks so you might as well drive a fast car Life fuckin' sucks so you might as well drive a fast car Life fuckin' sucks so you might as well drive a fast car Life fuckin' sucks so you might as well drive a fast car Wake up and go to work with a jerk boss I'd rather jerk a four-speed 302 Boss Stick shift, I chop the gears up like karate I did the fool at 22 in a Fox body Get off at 880 on Broadway Before they put them barricades up We was tearin' shit up Spin a half a dozen donuts in front the police station Bend a left, a left, and then another left at Nations Boy, the police used to get teed off We wait for them to hop in that squad car, then we speed off Them porkies get peed off Man, fuck that Crown Vic! I know it's Ford But you ain't fuckin' with a Highway 50, bitch Please! Don't give your boy six blocks A cam with some nitrous, a good tune, and some good shocks I'm out, up the street, shut your lights off Hit the pen, hit the Hen, corner bend, in the wind Life fucking sucks, so you might as well drive a fast car Life fucking sucks, so you might as well drive a fast car Life fucking sucks, so you might as well drive a fast car Life fucking sucks, so you might as well drive a fast car Life fuckin' sucks, and people die Rent climbs and gas goes sky high People get struck by thunder and lightning Good times at a party, but end up fist fighting Taxes never go down, people bully trying to clown Prostate, breast cancer, now Corona zap you out If life gon' suck this bad, I might as well M3 it On the way to the grocery store to grocery it So at least when me and you get into an argument I could tear the fuck up out And you could watch tires spin And leave a big cloud of smoke pissing off all your neighbors Smelling like burnt rubber, nigga, fuck all the haters Shit, you ever have a bad day or catch a bad rap But polish off your day in a ScatPack Try it, trust me, it'll put a grin on your chin I don't trip on you, I trip on all these corners Imma bend Life fucking sucks, so you might as well drive a fast car Life fucking sucks, so you might as well drive a fast car Life fucking sucks, so you might as well drive a fast car Life fucking sucks, so you might as well drive a fast car Yo, I got a good habit My stress relievin' punching bag shit Is punching on the gas Twirling needles on a dash, hauling ass That's what I do when my life feels busted My boy Thomas got a Tesla that'll fucking dust ya Got a red stripe under his dual motor badge All balls, no vag, and it haul ass No gas, but the shit's like 80k Tree hugging, all electric, have a hippie day That's what you think Until you line up at the light with one of them shits Tricking bitches, racing Chargers for pink slips Yolkin' mutherfuckas. Ever see an old lady in a Model 3 Badge in the back say 100P or a P100 or whatever you call it If she mush the pedal down, then this ass she haulin' I'm finna get off this old school gas bullshit You laughin' now? Right, I'll catch you at the next stoplight Life fucking sucks, so you might as well drive a fast car Life fucking sucks, so you might as well drive a fast car Life fucking sucks, so you might as well drive a fast car Life fucking sucks, so you might as well drive a fast car