Lyrics:
Your heart is a refrigerator car
It's cold and it never waits
Frozen breath and frostbite
Stacked, unopen crates
You never loved your frozen
Your heart is a refrigerator car
It's cold and it never waits
Frozen breath and frostbite
Stacked, unopen crates
You never loved your frozen
you're stoned
I thought we had it all
Refrigerator car
AC unit, window frame
To keep us cool when the summer came
The broken silence breaks again
got us beat
Those refrigerator cars on their way
And we'll live another day
Get them out they say
Get the train on its way
Corn Belt Route
Get those
Daddy's out workin' but he'll be home later
At the yard he's scrappin' cars and refrigerators
He's cashin' in on some copper wire
Says he found it up
Leave a nigga jaw broke
Get the bag and
Skirt off like a car show
Refrigerator full of spirts
Use to haunt home
Looking around for food for thought
But
The hum of the wind in the trees
Of cars passing
The refrigerator
The hum of the blood
Next to the ear drum
The thump of the heart
The things
on the Price Is Right and see what's
behind those golden doors
(Gasp) It's a refrigerator
(Gasp) It's a car
(Gasp) It's a brand new house
(Gasp) It's a trip
From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit' you
One of Mini-Me's shoes got more sole than you
So by the time you figure out why your record ain't
mobile)
This for my niggas with the pretty cars (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggas who got all the hoes (look at the grill on my
I'm on E
I'm on E
I'm on E
Got nuts' to say
I used to have a car of my own
I'm on E
I'm on E
I'm on E for easy
Laid out for maybe a week
then just give me my own
hell back
so take me home
(to my empty refridgerator)
c'mon and take me home
(to a life in which I understand)
so take me home
at least make it snappy cos Once in a while Well I kind of feel happy and you're Bumming me out and I wanna enjoy it
Cos it's car freshener aftershave
I'm on E
I'm on E
I'm on E
Got nuts' to say
I used to have a car of my own
I'm on E
I'm on E
I'm on E for easy
Laid out for maybe a week
the moon is bright tonight upon the car wash
So I'm having my Volkswagen washed again
But the way things go with me, the way my luck is,
Just as soon
building
Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane
And all the ghetto children in the world say, "That's my car"
All the ghetto boys say, "That's my
on the sidewalk
And some things I'll never know
It's my kids collection that I proudly own
Refrigerator homemade picture show
Magnets from the car wash
Holding up
at night
Always dancing in the low light
In the kitchen refrigerator light
My saving grace, my work of art
I cannot stand when were apart
Your cologne
and a pocket calculator
You're my TV and a music player Remote control for my refrigerator
And I can't keep my eyes off you Can't keep my eyes off you
I always
at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz with the pretty cars
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz who got all the hoes
(Look
you're hungry for!
And she says "let me think,
What's left in our refrigerator?"
I said well, there's tuna, I know
She said "That went bad a week ago!"
I
don't even know it
This a thousand-dollar cup of lean and you don't even know it
This a half a million-dollar car, you don't even know it
I came up
named Vinnie
I feel like gassing my feet
They've totaled me and skipped a beat
I used to have a car of my own
28 or 58 walking to refrigerator
now
Cause I been getting money
Who you know pulled up
Black cars drewed up
With the big-faced hundreds
Put them things on the road now
Nigga still
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