Chevy Malibu

This is a story about a little old Chevrolet Malibu 

Driven drunk, driving free
Ain’t no stop sign in my way

Red and blue lights don’t mean no thang 
I look so cool
I look so fast (maybe in my head at least)

Going 1 67, oh yes it goes that fast
It’s only a 2 point 4 liter V6 but somehow it cruises away 

Raced a turbocharged ford, but to no ends meet we topped out at the same exact speed

Oh yes I’m not winning
I’m not pulling chicks (except chicks with dicks)

I painted the rims, the rims are all black
Looks like a police car
Looks like a gay man’s vehicle 

But hey, since I mentioned my rims, let me also mention the Rim job I received in the truckers restroom 

At first it was scary but then it felt good (so good)

Even tho I drive a Malibu, he said let me get inside of you
This embrace I’m feeling is so unknown, at first I squeezed my cheeks, and then he speaks a language I understand (boy you better stop resisting)

So I opened my cheeks with all my might and also without a fight

(I drive a Chevy Malibu) 
Now I’m driving to the liquor store with a 44 in my hand, I get a drink and then I… I don’t think I can say the other part in this song… goodbye nice seeing ya 

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