[Part I]
[Verse 1: KMS]
Giving the car some nice modifications, ran over some children and felt the vibration
This Honda Civic about to blow your expectations, I love this car we might have some relations
Stole some money, 'cause I got no occupation, I'd get my first paycheck, then letter of resignation
Slide into a girl's DM like a Google presentation, flex her my car that's our only conversation
Got a blue 98 Integra GS, Mako and I always fork like a game of chess
On the road to Las Vegas, stopped inside a garage and I just got naked
Took some pics of her and post it on the 'Gram, she looking kinda sus, I saw her on cams
Don't need friends, I always got my car, don't need alcohol, won't step in a bar
[Chorus: KMS]
On the road to Las Vegas, bet you know I'm going places
Got hella chains like braces, you probably chilling in the basement
I know you wanna be me, 'cause I got a lot of green like trees
You wanna square up, then please, I'll be ready to race right down your street
[Verse 2: KMS]
Stole my mom's Honda while listening to Donda, murdered this beat, like we're in Rwanda
Mako be looking thick like a llama, look away now to avoid all the trauma
Always in the exhaust, I'm getting sick of it, but this one girl said, "I'm not ready for a relationship"
So I said, "screw it," repping blue like a Crip, and got shot by a Blood in the strip
Wanna kidnap her and go to Las Vegas, throw her in the trunk, I prolly won't regret this
Got the rope you already know the next step is: go into my backpack, 'cause that's where my pen is
Probably be like, "yo, that's not okay," but you don't understand the grind, you're just insane
Drifting too close, stay out of my lane, don't know my pain, put you back in your place
I'm gonna be up there with the greats and gamble all my money away
Tired of everything, especially life, screw cigarettes, took a massive hit from a tailpipe
Definitely got no regrets, don't need to go to college, got money to spend
Modifying this car, it's my prized possession, while you're driving a normal Honda you peasant
[Chorus: KMS]
On the road to Las Vegas, bet you know I'm going places
Got hella chains like braces, you probably chilling in the basement
I know you wanna be me, 'cause I got a lot of green like trees
You wanna square up, then please, I'll be ready to race right down your street
On the road to Las Vegas, bet you know I'm going places
Got hella chains like braces, you probably chilling in the basement
I know you wanna be me, 'cause I got a lot of green like trees
You wanna square up, then please, I'll be ready to race right down your street
[Outro: KMS]
Right down your street, yeah, you know what I'm saying?
Yeah
Yeah
Screw everyone and everything
Yeah, this is dedicated to the boys
To the boys, yeah
Yeah, oh, dude I almost voice cracked
Yeah, uh
[Skit: Phat Phrogs & KMS]
Excuse me sir, do you know why I pulled you over? (Uh, no?)
Take a guess (Uh)
I said, "take a guess" (I was speeding?)
No (Then why'd you pulled me over?)
Your car is in violation of the EPA regulations (What?)
Says here the EPA banned converting street cars into racecars so that means we're gonna have to tow your car
No, you can't do this!
Yes I can Mister-
You can't take Mako-chan from me! This isn't right! (Alright I got this)
I just wanted to express myself as a car enthusiast with these modifications
That is illegal and was banned for a reason we're doing this for your own good
Why're you even doing this to me? I should...
Black Lives Matter,,, you're gonna die!
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
Ah!
[Part II]
[Verse 1: Phat Phrogs]
I hate the EPA, it's ran by a bunch of gays
I cannot express myself, the EPA can kill themselves
Without car modifications, there will be some assassinations
Richard Nixon is already dead, Andrew Wheeler, I'll be coming for your head
EPA, go fricking die, I hope your workers get STI's
Go contract some blue waffles, too, I'm gonna scream loud like a foo'
You guys hate car enthusiasts, I'm a car supremacist
If you see me in the streets, I'll be wearing my bedsheets
[Interlude: Phat Phrogs]
I forgot to mention the EPA are establishing a ban for modifying or converting street cars into racecars
And I don't want that to happen
We need to fight peacefully
Violence will and never will be the answer to problems that can be solved through talking
I just want to speak my opinion
If you disagree, unfollow me
All I do is anything involving cars and motorcycles
Modified or not most to not all of you
[Verse 2: Phat Phrogs]
Yeah i'm a midnight kid, modifying cars to my heart's content
Just want to express myself, EPA can go rot in hell
Drinking all this boba, drank too much now I'm drunk
And thank God, because I got away with all of this in just one day
[Part III]
[Intro: Phat Phrogs]
I'll get you back, Mako-chan, I won't leave you, not one chance
They can take you, but they can't, get rid of me, oh hell naw
I'll get you back, mark my words, I'll take you back from these turds
They can't keep you forever, so I'll get you, whenever
[Verse: Phat Phrogs]
Yeah, they tried to take you but I cannot take it, no, not anymore
I'm sick of all this crap, it got me crying on the floor
I'll never sell you, Mako-chan, unless it's for six digits
If that never happens, then I'll pass you down to my kids
But that'll never happen, 'cause I'll never have any kids at all
Gonna kill them all and watch all their bodies fall
[Segue: Phat Phrogs & KMS]
Ah!
Woo!
[Outro: KMS & Phat Phrogs]
Give her back, give her back, give me Mako-chan back
I can't live, I can't live without Mako-chan, ah
(Well, it gets so lonely, you know, just a lonely driver
Just me and my car, but I don't have my car anymore)
I hate you so much, you took everything
My car, my rights, the Kids of Midnight
How could I go anymore?
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh)
