Time for the New Ride
Everyday and everywhere I go I drive
But everytime I drive, I feel deprived
It time for a g35.
At first I thought I would be happy with an accord
I buffed it up so it roared
But over time I realized, I needed a new and bigger reward.
A new g35 would be the greatest prize
It would be a blessing in disguise
And it would be my accords demise.
Overtime my accord had slowed
It was time to go beast mode
My new g35 and I are ready to command the road.
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