Yolanda Shines Young Buck (Fire Cut)

[Start] [Intro – Clean Acoustic Chug / Upright Bass / Soft Trumpet Shine] [Spoken] I bought her for three hundred dollars... out a neighbor's backyard... when I was thirteen years old. Didn't have a license. Didn't have a plan. But I had two hands... half a socket set... and a cherry red dream. (Hey!) [Verse 1] She was sittin' in the weeds With her nose to the sun Four flat tires And a dash half done Nineteen eighty-three Ford F-one-fifty Lookin' like trouble Had been waitin' there for me Neighbor said, "Son, That thing don't run" I said, "That's all right, Neither do I, it's no fun" Three hundred cash And a handshake deal Dragged home a dream With a rusty rear wheel [Pre-Chorus] Every spare minute Every weekend night I was out in that garage Under yellow bug light From thirteen to eighteen I gave her my time Now she don't move too quick... but Lord, she shines [Chorus] Yolanda shines Cherry red and chrome White seat glowin' Like she built on good bones Red piping stitched Tassels swingin' low She ain't the fastest thing But everybody knows When Yolanda rolls The whole street sees A low-budget queen Made of busted-up dreams She don't sip gas She drinks it like wine (Hey!) But damn... Yolanda shines [Verse 2] I sanded down fenders Till my fingers got sore Found three wrong bolts And invented four more Chrome all around Where the paycheck went Every little dollar Got lovingly spent Custom white interior Clean as Sunday clothes Red piping runnin' Where the good taste goes Tassels on the mirror Dancin' when she turns Dashboard full of lessons A young man had to learn [Pre-Chorus] Ain't much original Underneath that hood But every borrowed part Found a home for good She is patchwork, patience Grease, prayer, and twine Not factory perfect... but Lord, she shines [Chorus] Yolanda shines Cherry red and chrome White seat glowin' Like she built on good bones Red piping stitched Tassels swingin' low She ain't the fastest thing But everybody knows When Yolanda rolls The whole street sees A low-budget queen Made of busted-up dreams She don't sip gas She drinks it like wine (Hey!) But damn... Yolanda shines [Break – Trumpets Pop / Slap Bass / Boot-Stomp Groove] [Spoken] Now listen... She ain't quick. She ain't efficient. She ain't practical. But practical never made three people stop in a parking lot just to say, "Man... what year is that?" (Hey!) [Verse 3] First day licensed I took her down Main Engine coughin' out A victory refrain Turned that corner Slow and proud Chrome caught fire In a sunset cloud Old men nodded Kids said, "Whoa" Somebody hollered, "That truck too slow!" I just smiled And tapped the wheel Said, "She ain't built for racin' She's built for feels" She got no secrets She got no shame Every dent, every rust spot Has history and a name And every new piece That I bolted on tight Tells a little story When it catches the light [Bridge – Beat Pulls Back / Warm Guitar / Lonely Trumpet] I loved her before I could drive her Before the road knew my name Before I had the right shoes For this wild little game Some boys dream of lightning Some boys dream of speed I wanted somethin' beautiful That still had room to breathe And maybe that's why I kept her Through every broke-down mile 'Cause she grew up with me In that garage for a while [pause] She ain't what she was... and neither am I. But look at us now... still turnin' heads when we ride. [Final Chorus – Full Mariach-i-billy Lift] Yolanda shines Cherry red and chrome White seat glowin' Like she built to be my throne Red piping stitched Tassels swingin' low She ain't the fastest thing But everybody knows When Yolanda rolls The whole street sees A low-budget queen Made of busted-up dreams She don't sip gas She drinks it like wine (Hey!) But damn... Hot Damn! Yolanda shines Yolanda shines In the heat of the day Chrome flash bright And the dust gives way Garage-made glory With a homemade heart A backyard jalopy Turned work of art She ain't perfect She ain't refined But damn... Yolanda shines [Outro – Spoken / Guitar And Trumpet Tag] Three hundred dollars. Five years of busted knuckles. About nine thousand bad ideas... and one beautiful truck. Her name is Yolanda. And if you don't wave when she passes... that just proves what I said... You're either jealous... or culture skipped your house. (Hey!) (Hey!) [End]