It Ain't The Car

A boom-bap shop-floor love story about a man that gets his car fixed to find his girl. Lyrics ---------- Yeah I know engines I know exits She know the knock Ain’t coming from the pistons I slide the whip in like I slide from a scene Roll-up door yawn, she already under the thing Rag in her pocket, wrench talk louder than me Grease on her cheek and my whole myth get weak I say it knock when I sit, it shake when I go She wipe her brow like “that’s funny, that’s you though” I know every exit on this side of the map She know the rattle ain’t the motor, it’s the past Tint stay dark, bay light don’t lie I came with a story, she came with a why Chain on the coveralls, two different kinds of shine I talk horsepower, she talk why I never arrive on time Don’t tell the homies I been posted in the bay Watching her work like the block went away She ain’t shook by the ink or the look on my face She just ask if I want it running right or running safe She fixes the whip Grease on her cheek, I forget I’m a threat She hear the knock, I blame it on the streets It ain’t the engine, it’s me She fixes the whip Bay lights on, I don’t gotta flex She tighten what’s loose, I unlearn the rest It ain’t the car, it’s the chest I bring it back Thursday like the noise got worse Truth is the quiet in my ribcage got first She laugh with her eyes, “you was just here, champ” I shrug like a spare, try not to look damp She check the oil, I check my pulse in the glass Both of us dirty in a different kind of class I used to close problems with a name and a night She close the hood gentle like she closing a fight Ask if I want the good parts or the cheap ones I want the long stay, not the quick run Little radio playing something older than my sins I nod like I know it, she know I don’t, and she grins Don’t tell the homies I been posted in the bay Watching her work like the block went away She ain’t shook by the ink or the look on my face She just ask if I want it running right or running safe She fixes the whip Grease on her cheek, I forget I’m a threat She hear the knock, I blame it on the streets It ain’t the engine, it’s me She fixes the whip Bay lights on, I don’t gotta flex She tighten what’s loose, I unlearn the rest It ain’t the car, it’s the chest If the block ever ask, the brakes was bad Truth is I needed a place I could stand She don’t need the war stories She need the keys in her hand And I ain’t used to leaving ‘em I been aligned with the worst exits She just turn the bolt and wait till I mean it It ain’t the car Yeah She know the knock Grease on her cheek …I leave the keys #ItAintTheCar #BoomBap #HipHop #Rap #LoveSong #UndergroundHipHop