Текст песни BMW - Yxngxr1

Driving 'round in an old-school M3 BMW
Don't ask 'bout my star sign, stars shine through the sunroof
Four-door three-litre, don't pay my meter
If you don't speed up, then I'm gon' leave ya

I be driving dangerous with my left hand on the gear stick
With my right hand on my phone
I be asking Homer where my beer is (D'oh)
Left a six pack back at home
Zoomin' it at midnight down the M4 in the M3
Look at us two, you're the one
Saying that the fun stops when the sun's up and you're still down
Till you found out what I done
Look at everybody in the room still dancing
And my grandma's still convincing me I'm handsome
And my tattoos, everybody loves the hand ones
And the engine in the Beamers got a tantrum
But I don't give a fuck, ah

Driving 'round in an old-school M3 BMW
Don't ask 'bout my star sign, stars shine through the sunroof
Four-door three-litre, don't pay my meter
If you don't speed up, then I'm gon' leave ya

Timothée Chalamet, you can call by my name if you're gonna get lost (If you're gonna get lost)
This is the one where we're on the break like Rachel and Ross (Like Rachel and Ross)
I'm seeing red like Red Dead Redemption, Clifford the dog (Like Clifford the dog)
Rhedeg i Paris, I'm like the Rugrats, just call me Tom right now
I need some courage, my mommy just text, I'm the cowardly dog (I'm the cowardly dog)
Life's an arcade when I'm chilling with Sega, Mario's gone (Mario's gone)
I'm in the world, the Powerpuff Girls, I'm Tara Strong (I'm Tara Strong)
I feel like the '90s wouldn't like me, so invite me back right now

Driving 'round in an old-school M3 BMW
Don't ask 'bout my star sign, stars shine through the sunroof
Four-door three-litre, don't pay my meter
If you don't speed up, then I'm gon' leave ya