Parked Too Close

Part two close, two close. White line, still chose, still chose.

I don't wanna flex, but you know. Now I gotta climb in through

door, the door, the door. Part two close, two close.

Big space, small goals, small goals. I just wanted eggs and a

loaf, a loaf. Now I'm doing gymnastics by my car,

my car. Pulled in smooth, clean turn, textbook angle. Whole lotta room,

still somehow tangled. Your tire touching mine like we friends or related. I ain't even

mad, just deeply amazed that it. Lines painted bright, they screaming directions.