Black Beamer

Oh, baby
Oh, yeah
Yeah
Oh yeah
Oh, I grew up on the edge of a working class town
Just a simple guy with a one gold tooth and a cap pull down
And I’m nothing special
I’m not the type to turn heads in the street
But every girl I pass still smiles when I meet her
When evening falls, I step outside into the yard
I get in my car, start it up, I let it run hard
Life around me, music fills the night