[Lyric] PourLaGloire (Stradlater)

[Intro]
One, two, three, four

[Chorus 2X]
Hop up in my whip, it goes so fast (it goes so fast)
Hop up in my whip, it goes so fast

I said when, we come 'round
When we drive into town
You best make sound
For the glory of us (oh)

[Verse]
It ain't real unless it's grandpa's money
You're just a Gatsby with Nassau money
Buy your kid a Lexus in Oyster Bay money
You're just a city folk, please stop fontin'

I don't want your drink unless you got macchiato
Black middle class living's a nice street with potholes
Yes I chose music, it feels like the lotto
I won't stop though, I be like a cockroach
[Chorus 2X]
Hop up in my whip, it goes so fast (it goes so fast)
Hop up in my whip, it goes so fast

I said when, we come 'round
When we drivе into town
You best make sound
For the glory of us (oh)