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spec - pitstop lyrics

[hook]
whatchu want? whatchu want? whatchu want?
whatchu want? whatchu want? whatchu want?
whatchu want? whatchu want? whatchu want?
whatchu want? whatchu want?

[verse 1]
whatchu want? whatchu want? whatchu want?
two seats in a french ass restaurant
bentley, two keys, sit your ass in the front
you just want the vibration whipping fast as f+ck
whatchu want? whatchu want?
what’s the b+tton?
whatchu want?
anything if it’s something
wait, whatchu want?
i ain’t offering you nothing
this ain’t sunday service
i ain’t dreamy as bieber shirtless
i ain’t got no purpose
let the ink sink in like it’s detergent
never deterred
t+rds float up to the surface
stuck in the burbs like
chris in new orleans
or clifford in corpus
i’m picking off a rhodes/roads
like fork+in
picking off a rose
petal/pedal to the flood
hope i got thе odds
mask off, blast off
ufo like i’m in oz
uniform like polka dots
you couldn’t see my with zora’s open еyes
[hook]
whatchu want? whatchu want? whatchu want?
whatchu want? whatchu want? whatchu want?
whatchu want? whatchu want? whatchu want?
whatchu want? whatchu want?

[verse 2]
yo, i want the chicken wing doors on it
engine hum like a full stomach
creamy blue
dreamy two+seater
it’s just me and you
something clear and a two liter
keep it working like the rent due
interior smelling like fresh fruit
softer than a bed of rice
when i lay in bed at night
order from the menu
hardly ever get it right
i don’t think i read it right
get digits at the venue
take it like my own advice
couple things i’ve been through
face it like a bath salt
taste it, take your mask off
wasted in a glass home
why you such an assh0l+?
whatchu doing tonight?
we could watch the world change colors
burn rubber
loop in mini revolutions like i churn b+tter
no wonder
going stupid in the booth
like, who produced for this lunatic?
drop the tape
praise hallelujah
now i’m super rich
always keep something in the vault
or in the trunk
sprinkled up like some salt
missed connections
lost interactions
laws of attraction
hollywood is batsh+t
i ain’t got no traction
you mind if i slide?
all my doors open
i’m a ghost when i ride
[bridge]
lost in the summertime
windows down
your hand in mine
sweeter than your momma’s pie
so beautiful
i wanna cry

[verse 3]
i know i’m in the wrong sometimes
why can’t you just play along sometimes?
i know i write it wrong sometimes
why can’t you just sing along sometimes?
sometimes
i come through all fitted like it’s one size
i been getting cut since the lunch line
make ’em wait on me like a punch line
yeah the tank on e but we got gas, this a blunt ride

- spec lyrics

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