OJR - Under the Hood Lyrics

You got all kinds of time
To spend another man's dimes on disappointment
It seems your city didn't want you, and neither did mine
I think that's sayin' somethin'
"Here, boy, have a cigar and hop in my car to the studio"
Then you ride, just the two of you
He takes you for a fool with no clue, though
Did your Momma teach you
Did your Momma teach you no good?
You bought a truck before you thought to look
Under the hood
You're the perfect false prophet
Small hands in big pockets just to cheat a few
But the Street Rat deep in you
Is a cheap-seat in a venue nobody goes to
Kid, help yourself to first class
And kiss all kinds of ass to win the world now
But when the Big Banks come callin'
They'll catch you a-fallin' with your pants down
Did your Momma teach you
Did your Momma teach you no good?
You bought a truck before you thought to look
Under the hood
Did your Momma teach you
Did your Momma teach you no good?
You bought a truck before you thought to look
Under the hood
Mister ManChild is gettin' mean again
But don't be scared
He got a beer can in his hand
And a grand master plan to go nowhere
You say we gotta feed the bums
But brother, look at yourself!
Everything you half-make
Ends up rotting away on a shelf
Can't you tell
It's yourself!
Did your Momma teach you
Did your Momma teach you no good?
You bought a truck before you thought to look
Under the hood
I said your Momma didn't teach you
Oh, your Momma never teach you no good
You sold your truck before you thought to look
Under the hood