She singing: Bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say I'm like, who knew? Who knew? Who knew? That after all the years, I'd make a weezy fan Out of you too, you too, you too When I met you, you were thom yorke Chris martin and you2, you2, you2 When you met me, I was three 6, pimp c Bun b, 8-ball and mjg, yeah But we're both a long way from home We got the windows down, the radio's on, always I wrote a letter to the sky Saying: Maybe one day you'll get to kiss me My girl found it in the car and said Baby, why you trying to diss me? 'Cause you know you're my baby Oh, you know you're my baby, ooh I'm not just in it for the ride, in it for the ride Yeah, oh, ah Yeah, oh, ah Yeah, oh Yeah, oh You said: One day, I'll start up my car and it'll explode Well, now that's the last time I'm letting you watch casino alone You hate when I leave you in the motel while I hunt for jobs So now I let you drive and wait outside in the parking lot I know we're both a long way from home Just keep the windows down, the radio's on, always I wrote a letter to the sky Saying: Maybe one day you'll get to kiss me, kiss me, kiss me My girl found it in the car and said Baby, why you trying to diss me, diss me, diss me? Don't you know you're my baby? Don't you know you're my baby, ooh? I'm not just in it for the ride, in it for the ride, yeah You'll live a better life (A better life, young one, a better life, young one) A dull life ain't nothing Don't speed, who cares what car you're driving? No Benz can make you friends She don't care what car I'm driving And no bentley can kiss me back This song is dedicated to my '91 acura My 1991