Witwicky Parking Lot

[Intro] (Yeah) (Witwicky) (92 BPM) [Verse] Outta gas, Autobot whip, just my luck Big ol' robot, in the parking lot I've had enough, Allspark, I keep it tucked If I'm not home before dark, Dad will wake me up Yeah, Sam Witwicky, old thing, the block just miss me Bumblebee, tell 'em if they want me, come and get me No iPhones, no Glocks, just blickies Just pop and hippy, the cops will miss me Sam Witwicky, old thing, the block just miss me Bumblebee, tell 'em if they want me, come and get me No iPhones, no Glocks, just blickies Just pop and hippy, the cops will miss me Old thing, the block just miss me Tell 'em if they want me, come and get me No iPhones, no Glocks, just blickies Just pop and hippy, the cops will miss me [Verse 2] Sector 7 in the rearview, tryna track the signal But I’m ghost in the alley, navigating the abysmal. Dusty rims spinning, chrome covered in the street grime Living on the edge of the metal and the lifetime. (Transform) Got the cube in the backpack, weight on the spine While the neighborhood’s sleeping, I’m crossing the line. If the engine starts humming, then the world starts shaking I’m the keeper of the secret that the fakes are all chasing. Yellow paint, black stripes, hiding in the driveway Waiting for the moment just to take it to the highway. [Bridge] (Old thing, the block miss me) (Tell 'em come and get me) (Keep the spark tucked) (Witwicky the artist) [Verse 3] Back to the basics, no tech in the palm Just the grit and the swagger, keeping it calm. I’m the bridge between the carbon and the heavy steel Freestyle cadence, making everybody feel. Boat shoes on the pedal, crispy taco on the seat Still the king of the lot, still the ghost of the street. I don’t need the latest model just to make a mark I’m the boy with the mission, I’m the light in the dark. (Bumblebee, let's go) [Outro] Sam Witwicky. (The block miss me) No iPhones. No Glocks. Just blickies. (92 BPM)