Rich Moms - '68 Porsche

Let me open the door
See no locks anymore
Cobblestone porch, '68 Porsche
Far away from home
Far away from home
Destination unknown
On the freeway, in the speed lane
I'm going on my own
Pop the clutch, speeding it up
Drinking feelings and I've had too much
I don't know where I will go
The glove box's filled with maps and things and such
It's brunch, time to munch
Someone stop me for I rhyme too much
I've grown, time has flown
My head's filled with dimes and things and such
I've been drifting all day
Life is going my way
What's the course now? Is it downtown,
Or is it home?
Where's my meal from Mom?
Casserole withdrawals
That's my love source
'68 Porsche
Let me take you home
You had to run away from me
Went to a dark place, cannot see
I needed someone's company
Driving down highway 93
You had to run away from me
Went to a dark place, cannot see
I needed someone's company
Driving down highway 93
Pop the clutch, speeding it up
Drinking feelings and I've had too much
I don't know where I will go
The glove box's filled with maps and things and such
It's brunch, time to munch
Someone stop me for I rhyme too much
I've grown, time has flown
My head's filled with dimes and things and such

Written by:
Cole Bates, Enzo Frassa, Ethan Clarke, Payton Hardin

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