Lyrics
I'm a victim of sweet nothings
Gassing all, irrational
You really drive me up the wall
I got ocean eyes, Niagara Falls
You know I hate the way you like to lie to me
Sugarcoat your words, you must have candy
Oh, I just wanna be the one
So don't you pass me up
'Cause I am not a four-wheel truck
So don't you pass me
It's coming on seven months
So don't you pass me up
I didn't feel American
'Til I got the four-wheel truck
White girl look like Marilyn
Monroe with a bigger butt
Bronco with the mud flaps
Paint job green like a June bug
Every time I drive by, I look pulled up
Kamikaze if I'm driving while she kamasutra
But you can't grab the stick shift 'less you know how to drive it
Hoppin' home to home, I'ma run out of mileage
Many in the chances going down if I was the pilot
That's when my baby says
Oh, I just wanna be the one
So don't you pass me up
'Cause I am not a four-wheel truck
So don't you pass me
It's coming on seven months
So don't you pass me up
I was born American, yeah
Christian, brave, another me, huh
But I stayed up in these streets, yeah
Is it 'cause my skin's mahogany?
Now who's to blame for all the pain
And all the games that we all play?
Many pass the flame in my last name
It drives me so insane
So I said, "Jesus, take the wheel, I don't know how to drive it"
Hoppin' home to home, I'ma run out of mileage
Many in the chances going down if I was the pilot
That's when my baby says
Oh, I just wanna be the one (I just wanna be the one)
So don't you pass me up (Don't you pass me up)
'Cause I am not a four-wheel truck (Oh yeah)
So don't you pass me (Baby)
It's coming on seven months (Seven months)
So don't you pass me up (Don't you pass me up)
Gassing all, irrational
You really drive me up the wall
I got ocean eyes, Niagara Falls
You know I hate the way you like to lie to me
Sugarcoat your words, you must have candy
Oh, I just wanna be the one
So don't you pass me up
'Cause I am not a four-wheel truck
So don't you pass me
It's coming on seven months
So don't you pass me up
I didn't feel American
'Til I got the four-wheel truck
White girl look like Marilyn
Monroe with a bigger butt
Bronco with the mud flaps
Paint job green like a June bug
Every time I drive by, I look pulled up
Kamikaze if I'm driving while she kamasutra
But you can't grab the stick shift 'less you know how to drive it
Hoppin' home to home, I'ma run out of mileage
Many in the chances going down if I was the pilot
That's when my baby says
Oh, I just wanna be the one
So don't you pass me up
'Cause I am not a four-wheel truck
So don't you pass me
It's coming on seven months
So don't you pass me up
I was born American, yeah
Christian, brave, another me, huh
But I stayed up in these streets, yeah
Is it 'cause my skin's mahogany?
Now who's to blame for all the pain
And all the games that we all play?
Many pass the flame in my last name
It drives me so insane
So I said, "Jesus, take the wheel, I don't know how to drive it"
Hoppin' home to home, I'ma run out of mileage
Many in the chances going down if I was the pilot
That's when my baby says
Oh, I just wanna be the one (I just wanna be the one)
So don't you pass me up (Don't you pass me up)
'Cause I am not a four-wheel truck (Oh yeah)
So don't you pass me (Baby)
It's coming on seven months (Seven months)
So don't you pass me up (Don't you pass me up)
