Got a black Porsche, I'm barely drivin' in it
Family's back home and then I jive 'em with it
House is paid off and we're survivin' in it
So why do I feel guilty when I'm layin' in it?
Text my mom about a show she goes, I've seen it
Tell my dad I love him, hope he knows I mean it
Meditated this mornin' and still feel like shit
God's got unconditional love, I know He knows I need it
Got a, got a, got a, got a black Porsche, I'm barely drivin' in it
Family's, family's back home and then I jive 'em with it
Got a, got a, got a, got a black Porsche, I'm barely drivin' in it
Family's, family's back home and then I jive 'em with it
Barely recognized, but when I am I hate it
Sometimes throw on Stacy, wish I never made it
Pull what's left out my hair if my heart is hurtin'
But if I can look at Macy then I know it's worth it
Oh, boy, I can feel so faulty, my sins are makin' me stare at Hell
What the f*ck is the issue? And why is my mind a carousel?
Michigan and me stirred up like Michelin stars in Europe
Graveyard of Petoskey stones that I purposely never turn up, so if I
Got a, got a, got a, got a black Porsche, I'm barely drivin' in it
Family's, family's back home and then I jive 'em with it
Got a, got a, got a, got a black Porsche, I'm barely drivin' in it (drivin' in it, yeah)
Family's, family's back home and then I jive 'em with it
You don't need to know
Why I'm mornin' mackin' blondes like the Kelly and Regis show
Figured out the Roman numeral when I was regional
You can get it 3-6-5, never seasonal
Pour some Cabernet and play some Drake until the speakers blow
Why you act surprised already?
Way late to the witty words and all the style already
Made weight like a fighter way back in his prime already
We played Radio City and did two nights already
But I try
I don't know if I'm a good or bad guy
But I try
And lately that's been my life
Got a, got a, got a, got a black Porsche, I'm barely drivin' in it (drivin' in it)
Family's, family's back home and then I jive 'em with it
Got a, got a, got a, got a black Porsche, I'm barely drivin' in it (drivin' in it, yeah)
Family's, family's back home and then I jive 'em with it
Quinn XCII - Black Porsche Lyrics
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Got a black Porsche, I'm barely drivin' in it
Family's back home and then I jive 'em with it
House is paid off and we're survivin' in it
So why do I feel guilty when I'm layin' in it?
Text my mom about a show she goes, I've seen it
Tell my dad I love him, hope he knows I mean it
Meditated this mornin' and still feel like shit
God's got unconditional love, I know He knows I need it
Got a, got a, got a, got a black Porsche, I'm barely drivin' in it
Family's, family's back home and then I jive 'em with it
Got a, got a, got a, got a black Porsche, I'm barely drivin' in it
Family's, family's back home and then I jive 'em with it
Barely recognized, but when I am I hate it
Sometimes throw on Stacy, wish I never made it
Pull what's left out my hair if my heart is hurtin'
But if I can look at Macy then I know it's worth it
Oh, boy, I can feel so faulty, my sins are makin' me stare at Hell
What the f*ck is the issue? And why is my mind a carousel?
Michigan and me stirred up like Michelin stars in Europe
Graveyard of Petoskey stones that I purposely never turn up, so if I
Got a, got a, got a, got a black Porsche, I'm barely drivin' in it
Family's, family's back home and then I jive 'em with it
Got a, got a, got a, got a black Porsche, I'm barely drivin' in it (drivin' in it, yeah)
Family's, family's back home and then I jive 'em with it
You don't need to know
Why I'm mornin' mackin' blondes like the Kelly and Regis show
Figured out the Roman numeral when I was regional
You can get it 3-6-5, never seasonal
Pour some Cabernet and play some Drake until the speakers blow
Why you act surprised already?
Way late to the witty words and all the style already
Made weight like a fighter way back in his prime already
We played Radio City and did two nights already
But I try
I don't know if I'm a good or bad guy
But I try
And lately that's been my life
Got a, got a, got a, got a black Porsche, I'm barely drivin' in it (drivin' in it)
Family's, family's back home and then I jive 'em with it
Got a, got a, got a, got a black Porsche, I'm barely drivin' in it (drivin' in it, yeah)
Family's, family's back home and then I jive 'em with it
Family's back home and then I jive 'em with it
House is paid off and we're survivin' in it
So why do I feel guilty when I'm layin' in it?
Text my mom about a show she goes, I've seen it
Tell my dad I love him, hope he knows I mean it
Meditated this mornin' and still feel like shit
God's got unconditional love, I know He knows I need it
Got a, got a, got a, got a black Porsche, I'm barely drivin' in it
Family's, family's back home and then I jive 'em with it
Got a, got a, got a, got a black Porsche, I'm barely drivin' in it
Family's, family's back home and then I jive 'em with it
Barely recognized, but when I am I hate it
Sometimes throw on Stacy, wish I never made it
Pull what's left out my hair if my heart is hurtin'
But if I can look at Macy then I know it's worth it
Oh, boy, I can feel so faulty, my sins are makin' me stare at Hell
What the f*ck is the issue? And why is my mind a carousel?
Michigan and me stirred up like Michelin stars in Europe
Graveyard of Petoskey stones that I purposely never turn up, so if I
Got a, got a, got a, got a black Porsche, I'm barely drivin' in it
Family's, family's back home and then I jive 'em with it
Got a, got a, got a, got a black Porsche, I'm barely drivin' in it (drivin' in it, yeah)
Family's, family's back home and then I jive 'em with it
You don't need to know
Why I'm mornin' mackin' blondes like the Kelly and Regis show
Figured out the Roman numeral when I was regional
You can get it 3-6-5, never seasonal
Pour some Cabernet and play some Drake until the speakers blow
Why you act surprised already?
Way late to the witty words and all the style already
Made weight like a fighter way back in his prime already
We played Radio City and did two nights already
But I try
I don't know if I'm a good or bad guy
But I try
And lately that's been my life
Got a, got a, got a, got a black Porsche, I'm barely drivin' in it (drivin' in it)
Family's, family's back home and then I jive 'em with it
Got a, got a, got a, got a black Porsche, I'm barely drivin' in it (drivin' in it, yeah)
Family's, family's back home and then I jive 'em with it
Writer: Adam Friedman, Mikael Temrowski, Zeke Sacaridiz
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music