I hop in,
She smells just like I left her,
Piss and colostomy bags and crack cocaine,
She's a real old whore of a ride,
Driven by another man each day.
Floor is sticky,
Soda. Beer. Blunt guts.
And mysterious liquids,
Pool in her hard plastic seats,
Loretta,
I call her.
Loretta,
I love you.
I don't care that you service 34,392 black men on a daily basis,
Or that you breakdown when you emotional,
Leaving me trapped underground,
With all those other niggers,
Because I still ride you twice a day,
And I remember the good times,
Loretta,
Please don't make me late to work again.
I hop in,
She smells just like I left her,
Piss and colostomy bags and crack cocaine,
She's a real old whore of a ride,
Driven by another man each day.
Floor is sticky,
Soda. Beer. Blunt guts.
And mysterious liquids,
Pool in her hard plastic seats,
Loretta,
I call her.
Loretta,
I love you.
I don't care that you service 34,392 black men on a daily basis,
Or that you breakdown when you emotional,
Leaving me trapped underground,
With all those other niggers,
Because I still ride you twice a day,
And I remember the good times,
Loretta,
Please don't make me late to work again.
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