[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Got a light-skinned fan
She look like Michael Jackson
Got a dark-skinned fan
She look like Michael Jackson
Never ever tell your mother where you hide your weed stash
'Cause she'll probably smoke it up with your disrespectful ass

[Chorus]
You don't gotta lie to me
I know what it's like
Talkin' in the driver's seat
You don't gotta go, no
Away, oh
You don't gotta lie to me
I know what it's like
Talkin' in the driver's seat
You don't gotta go, no
Away, oh
[Verse 2]
[?] to celebrate the fact that I'm yours
Or we can turn on Xbox and stay our asses indoors
Oh, you like Sony? Well, fuck it, let's buy a PS4
So that when we go on tour
Yeah, we never get bored

[Chorus]
You don't gotta lie to me
I know what it's like
Talkin' in the driver's seat
You don't gotta go, no
Away, oh
You don't gotta lie to me
I know what it's like
Talkin' in the driver's seat
You don't gotta go, no
Away, oh
You don't gotta lie to me
I know what it's like
Talkin' in the driver's seat
You don't gotta go, no
Away, oh
You don't gotta lie to me
I know what it's like
Talkin' in the driver's seat
You don't gotta go, no
Away, oh