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