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Well, I wake up each morning with a steering wheel hug,
The smell of fast food wrappers and a coffee-cup mug.
Leg's out the window, head on the dash,
Gas station dreams ain't built to last.
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My neighbor's a squirrel, and his rent is free,
Meanwhile, I'm payin' parking fees and barely a breeze.
When the rain comes a-knockin', it sure ain't discreet,
That old Pontiac ain’t a luxury suite.
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But livin' indoors is a whole new fight,
You got bills, dishes, and the rent’s too tight.
Oh, the shower’s nice, but the Wi-Fi’s a flop,
Inside’s expensive, it's a full-time job!
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A raccoon took my snack, left a thank-you note,
And the car horn screams when I twist and contort.
Got my alarm clock—it’s the sunrise yawn,
Who needs chandeliers when the headlights are on?
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The fridge don't hum; it's a cooler instead,
Every camping trip’s like a five-star bed.
Shoes in the glovebox, socks on the rearview,
And the closet’s the trunk if I pack it just right too.
[Chorus]
But livin' indoors is a whole new fight,
You got chores, landlords, and the faucet’s in spite.
Oh, the couch is wide, but the freedom’s slim,
Inside’s got walls, but it can't coddle whim.