🎶 “Pick Me Up” (by Felonious Music)

[Verse 1] She don’t shine like chrome, But she’s built to free roam. Paint chipped, speakers blown, Still she finds me every time when I’m alone. No keys, just a calling, No gas, just grace. She pulls up slow when I’m falling, Parks right in my sacred head space. [Hook] Pick me up, like a Felonious truck, Rollin through the dust when life gets fucked up and your stuck in a rut. Ain’t no engine that get's you going, just lyrics a beat and a prayer, she don’t need crossroads—she finds me anywhere when she's caught up in the net wanting that Pick me up, when I’m low down and outta luck, That pickup ain’t metal help—it’s Felonious [Verse 2] My ass got Tailgates full of verses, Dashboard cams full of scars. She don’t run on horses that don't get you far, She runs on bars like felonious tunes in cars. Every indent’s a story, Every tire’s a fire track. She don’t just drive ahead—she delivers me back. [Bridge] She don’t honk at keys, she hums tunes like these. She don’t flash for cash, she drums your past. She don’t stall to the blues, she the sings the songs you need to pick you up when you're through. She don’t break—she brings like a friend in need of weed or a mustard seed. [Hook – repeat] Pick me up, Felonious truck, Rollin through the dust when life gets you stuck, and you don't give 2 fucks. Ain’t no engine revving, just a beat and a prayer to Heaven, That She don’t need no roads—she finds me anywhere I'm low and don't want to go. Pick me up, when I’m low and fresh outta luck, That pickup ain’t metal relapse—it’s Felonious Music, that will make you outlast. [Outro] So if you see her comin, Don’t wave her past. Hop in the back, She’s built to last. Felonious Music—my pickup, my path.