Bad Car - Brandy Clark

I know it’s a bad car

I know it’s a piece of junk

I know the best tire on it

Is in the trunk

Just when you start to pass

It always starts to shake

Cause over 55 it’s a bitch to drive

On the interstate

It’s broke down more than it runs

But I’m broke down knowing that it’s done

It witnessed all those tears nobody ever saw me cry

When I broke the law through Arkansas to tell my dad goodbye

It didn’t get there pretty, but it got me there that day

So it’s a little hard to see it roll away

I know it’s a bad car

I know that the windshield’s cracked

And when it isn’t leaking oil

It’s leaking gas

It always needs a jump

It always needs Freon

Yea there’s death and taxes

And the check engine light is coming on

It heard the first bad word my first born ever said

Runnin late, when I hit breaks at a yellow turning red

There’s still Kool-Aid on the console that reminds me of that day

So I’m a little sad to see it roll away, roll away

It knows more of my secrets than I’ll ever tell

So to keep from crying

As they tow it away I tell myself

I know it’s a bad car

I know it’s a piece of junk

I know the best tire on it

Is in the trunk