"4 Wheel Truck" lyrics

I'm a victim of sweet nothings
Gas and all irrational
You really drive me up the wall
I got ocean eyes, Niagara Falls
You know I hate the way you like to lie to me
Sugar coat your words, you must have cavities

Oh
I just wanna be the one
So don't you pass me up
'Cause I am not a four-wheel truck
So don't you gas me up
It's coming on seven months
So don't you pass me up
Ooh

I didn't feel American, uh
Till I got the four-wheel truck, huh
White girl look like Maryli-li-in
Monroe with a bigger butt
It get bigger everyday
Bronco with the mud flaps
4 x 4
Paint job green a like a June Bug
Little June Bug
Every time I drive by, I look boo'ed up
Kamikaze if I'm driving while she karma sutra

But you can't grab the stick shift, 'less you know how drive it
Hoppin' home to home, I'ma run out of mileage
Benny and the Jets is going down if I was the pilot
That's when my baby said

Oh
I just wanna be the one
So don't you pass me up
'Cause I am not a four-wheel truck
So don't you gas me up
It's coming on seven months
So don't you pass me up
Ooh

I was born American
Christian bred monogamy
But I stayed up in these streets, aye
Is it 'cause my skin's mahogany?
Now who's to blame for all the pain?
And all the games that we all play
Did he pass the flame in my last name?
It drives me so Insane
So I said, "Jesus take the wheel, I don't know how to drive it"
Hoppin' home to home, I'ma run out of mileage
Benny and the Jets is going down if I was the pilot
That's when my baby said

Oh
I just wanna be the one
So don't you pass me up
'Cause I am not a four-wheel truck
So don't you gas me up
It's coming on seven months
So don't you pass me up
Ooh