HEATED SEATS

Nine years old and I'm in the back seat
Pick my sister up like you're a taxi
Where's my special treatment?
Why'd she get the front? Yeah
There's gotta be a reason
Why I haven't sat there just once
It's killing me to sit and see
And watch as she takes the lead
The leather's cream and I'm so green
I wanna feel those heated seats
Twelve years old and I'm calling shotgun
My sister's at home, she's having no fun
We're going so fast, a thousand an hour
My Dad says something 'bout horses and power
What's that mean? I'm thirteen in just two weeks
What you get me for my birthday?
A PS3, a Mercedes?
Possibly with heated seats
I'm twenty-seven, speeding at eighty
But my Daddy's car, yeah that shit was crazy
Man I used to live, now I'm just existing
The best thing 'bout that car
Was that I was with him, ahh
And he loved me, he loved me, yeah
And I was so
And he loved me, yeah, he loved me
But I was just too busy watching those heated seats
Ohh, ohh, ohh
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh
Ohh, ohh, ohh