[Verse 1: Detroit street-rap male MC, blunt and heavy over a knocking kick] Dre drove a burgundy Monte with the muffler hangin' low You could hear him comin' down Joy Road from a mile out in the snow Every summer on the hood, every winter in the shop Every girl he ever liked got a ride around the block Last winter he was gone, doe, and his mama gave me keys Said she couldn't stand to look at it, said take it if you please So it's sittin' in my garage underneath a canvas tarp And I'm out there every mornin' 'fore the sun, while it's still dark [Hook: Detroit street-rap male MC, deep 808, dark minor keyboard loop] Every mornin' 'fore the sun, I go and turn it over Key in your ignition, I can feel you on my shoulder Everybody tellin' me it's time to turn it over Long as this engine catch, you ain't gone, you just colder [Verse 2: Detroit street-rap male MC, harder, fast blunt Detroit street-rap flow] First week it would catch right up, by the third it barely clicked Mister Lewis from next door showed me how you keep it fixed Fifteen minutes every mornin', let it idle, let it breathe Let the heater blow the smell of you, the cologne on my sleeve Got your lighter in the cupholder, got your hat up on the dash Got a ticket on the visor from the week before the crash Fifty dollars, I ain't payin' it, I'm keepin' it, it's yours Last thing that you ever owed, jit, and I'm holdin' it for sure [Bridge: Detroit street-rap male MC, engine catch, the starter cranks over the beat and catches on the downbeat as the 808 slams in] Crank it, crank it, come on Crank it, crank it, don't go Crank it, crank it, come on Catch, doe [Verse 3: Detroit street-rap male MC, the payoff, slow and heavy] This mornin' it caught on the first turn, first time all year Didn't cough, didn't stall, just a rumble, loud and clear So I backed it down the driveway, drove it slow to your old place Little brother on the steps, sixteen today, he got your face Put the keys inside his palm and I folded up his hand Said your brother never let it quit, now you the one in command Walked home with the tarp beneath my arm and nothin' left to start Every mornin' now I wake up and I turn it over in my heart [Hook: Detroit street-rap male MC, deep 808, dark minor keyboard loop] Every mornin' 'fore the sun, I go and turn it over Key in your ignition, I can feel you on my shoulder Everybody tellin' me it's time to turn it over Long as this engine catch, you ain't gone, you just colder [End]
