Five Bays Deep

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Five Bays Deep lyrics

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Intro

Five bays. Five lies. Same wrench. Allapattah after midnight, lights flickering like a bad confession.

Verse 1

27th, lifts hissing, sodium orange humming Bay one breathing heavy, V8 chest pumping Hood flag tattooed on a chrome supercharger Bay two diesel clatter, brush guard like an argument Bay three plastic skin, mid-engine ego dripping coolant Bay four wood and leather, dashboard older than my pops Bay five whispering precision, four headlights, two regrets Heat at 2 AM thicker than the rent envelope Every one of 'em came in here begging me to listen

Chorus

Five bays deep, five hoods open. Five flags arguing, none of 'em paid my rent. Wrench in my pocket, prayer on my breath. Drive off quiet when the loud part's spent. Five bays deep, five bays deep. Every flag in the bay, none of 'em paid my rent.

Post-chorus

Drive off quiet, drive off quiet None of 'em paid my rent

Verse 2

Carmen at the front desk, eighteen tabs of late notices My kid texting Publix, asking what's for dinner tonight The V8 says it built this country, can't build me a savings The truck says it tows the line, but I'm the line getting towed Heritage interior bragging on a grandfather I never met The precision coupe coughing oil like it's surprised it's mortal Got a court date Thursday for a ticket I caught in Hialeah And not one bay's paying me overtime for the lecture

Chorus

Five bays deep, five hoods open Five flags arguing, none of 'em paid my rent Wrench in my pocket, prayer on my breath Drive off quiet when the loud part's spent Five bays deep, five bays deep Every flag in the bay, none of 'em paid my rent

Post-chorus

Yeah, paid my rent Wrench in the pocket, prayer on the breath None of 'em paid my rent

Verse 3

Caught my face in the side mirror of the German one Looked tired the way that grille looks tired Same insecurity, different paint, same loud about nothing The muscle one shouting USA, assembled in Hermosillo The overseas one whispering pedigree, finished in Tuscaloosa I'm warranty in flesh, my back expired in oh-nine Truth is, all of us got somebody else's hands inside us

Verse 4

Don't tell me about legacy when you're leaking on my floor Don't sell me eight cylinders if you can't survive my pothole Don't whisper engineering if your dealer ghosted my sister I clocked the manifold, clocked the chassis, clocked the ego Three of you waving stripes, two of you waving crests Every one of you needed the same Honduran cousin to bleed your brakes Brand loyalty's a costume the consumer outgrew I bill flat rate, the flag's not in my quote The future ain't louder, the future just turns the key

Chorus

Post-chorus

Drive off quiet, drive off quiet Every flag in the bay, none of 'em paid my rent

Verse 5

Clocked out at 11:47, palmed my keys, hit the lot Walked past every hood I just resurrected Started something quiet, no engine fighting me Toll booth blinking blue, palm trees holding still My kid in the passenger, fluorescent off the Publix sign He looked up like he heard me, like he'd remember this Tuesday Son, the loudest one in the room asks the most for permission Pick the ride that gets you home, not the one that gets you photographed

Outro

Five bays sleeping. One lot empty. Silent ride home. Quiet block. Quiet me.

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