This is literally, bar the color, the model car placed upon the downward sloping shelf above my bed, waiting for the slightest earthquake to overthrow that ridiculous piece of compass I taped at its edge and smash right into my face and create the most unmanly explanation for a scar.
There is a part of me that would LOVE a suicide-door Lincoln. I'd be torn on whether I'd prefer a mafia-style tin-top or a Presidential parade car open-top.
I see you there, posting your own car...
Is it Dope? Uh-huhI see you there, posting your own car...
You're not wrong.Is it Dope? Uh-huh
Is it Shizz? Oh yeah
Is it mine? Damn right ?