Nine years old and I'm in the back seat

Picked my sister up like you're a taxi

Where's my special treatment

Why'd she get the front? Yeah

There's gotta be a reason

Why I haven't sat there just once

It's killing me to sit and see

And watch as she takes the lead

The leather's cream and I'm so green

I wanna feel those heated seats

Twelve years old and I'm calling shotgun

My sister's at homе, she's having no fun

We're going so fast, a thousand an hour

My dad said somеthing 'bout horses and power

What's that mean? I'm thirteen in just two weeks

What you getting for my birthday?

A PS3? A Mercedes?

Possibly with heated seats

I'm twenty-seven, speeding at eighty

But my daddy's car, that shit was crazy

I used to live, now I'm just existing

The best thing 'bout that car was that I was with him

And he loved me, he loved me, yeah

And I was so

Yeah, he loved me, yeah, he loved me

But I was just too busy watching those heated seats

Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh