CunninLynguists - Broken Van (Thinking of You) lyrics

Sitting on a highway in a broken van Thinking of you again In a high haze, looking at my eyes glaze With night rain, nice jane, and the highway The hindsight come to hit you from the blindside Deep in the heart, the inner parts where you find pride Have me thinking about the sh** we should've did Instead of sitting sideways like some lunatics We done took a beating that done put us on our knees I dont even hear the *click-click* when i turn the keys Neglected all the check-lists, proper maintenence Sparkplugs, wires, the bleeding breaks and sh** Stupid. We was too busy screaming Radiator hotter than a motherf**er steaming Transmission locked up, lack communication And the radio to take the music out of conversation Got me sitting look silly on the side of the road I'd rather keep it moving, hit you right in the cold Thinking of you again Thinking of you.. Her ambition faulty, as my transmission When fooled off the fluid her a**'ll keep shifting One touch is a clutch i have to keep sticking And my feelings die out, the spark is just missing This b**h won't put it in park and just listen I keep reminiscing about how she first started Before it all turned to scrap i'm brokenhearted Now when the rubbers gone i slide to new targets What fulled our desire, put a hole in the sky She was bound to the ground and i wanted to fly Drove me crazy how she fronted like she wanted to die Needing a jump in her life, so she break down and cry But i still look for girls with pipes just like her Junk in the trunk and headlights just like her Now when i walk to the busstop in the rain I pause and catch myself thinking of her again man Thinking of you again Thinking of you.. With every single penny that i put into this transmission It's a wonder that you're screeching and you can't listen The ambition of the salesperson pricing me Her quote was high, still with primer for a coat, i'd buy you Like, lets make a deal, shake hands I'm missing the engine, but still, such a great van Her piston is hissin' what 80's drama in the whole nine On top of that, my baby's mama had to co-sign If a piss-stain can locate a fire I can re-shape the pit-frame and rotate the tires While hand-signals switch lanes, though it's not a terrible perc The radio is only 8am and barely works Still for a few weeks you could see me lean back smiling Excited on the blue streets But now you're on E, something in your insides blown and I'ma have to hitch-hike home Goddamnit