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Too Low, Too High

My truck always scrapin' as I'm on the way to work. Frame rails shredding pavement like I was a jerk. But when Im Caddy cruisin Sundays, Im hoppin every curb. At least its really easy loadin stuff in the back. My truck so low I reach down to touch the top rack. ButI always need a step stool, to climb inside my Cadillac. i Cant complain, it rides real smooth, easy on my pain. The pain from my truck every time it hits a Groove. Its like a speed bump every time you hit a crack, you can feel it shootin' up and down your back. Drive-thrus aren't an option but I could drive across the ocean in my lifted Cadillac. I wanna look cool when I drive. My hat on sideways tryna look fly. Wanna be the boss of Austin when im flossin' I cant lie... But my truck to low and my Caddy too high. Neighbors hear me leavin’, think the street just gave up, Sparks flyin’ off the frame over any penny struck. Paint looks like its drippin got a real cool wagon, its just melting from the heat cause all the body panels draggin. Speed bumps lookin’ at me like, “Nah, not today,” I tried to hit ’em sideways but get stuck sometimes for days. Oil pan nervous, muffler got PTSD, Every pothole in the city got a personal beef with me. But the Caddy sittin’ sky-high, floatin’ like a cloud, I wave at lifted pickups, eye-level with the crowd. Parallel park the truck? Nah, thats a federal crime, But the Caddy clearing curbs and we still right on time. I wanna look cool when I drive. My hat on sideways tryna look fly. Wanna be the boss of Austin when im flossin' I cant lie... But my truck to low and my Caddy too high. Bank drive-thru mad ’cause my truck can’t reach the tube, But the Caddy need binoculars just to see my food. Valet scratchin’ heads like, “Which one do you prefer?” I said, “Depends on if the parking lot is smooth or disturbed.” Truck got me leanin’ like I’m ridin’ on hydraulics, that's just cause one side rubbed off... yes all of it. Caddy so tall, I gotta shout to the ground, "Hey man watchu say? you gotta talk more loud." Still ridin’ clean though, or at least I think. 'Cept th' one draggin’ earth is spillin all my drinks. I wanna look cool when I drive. My hat on sideways tryna look fly. Wanna be the boss of Austin when im flossin' I cant lie... But my truck to low and my Caddy too high.