[Verse 1]
Name tag crooked
Smell of coolant in the air
Barcode beeping
“Need a filter?”
Yeah
I’ve got you right there
Green shirt flecked with brake dust
Floor’s a maze of spinning racks
Phone on silent in my pocket
Wallpaper: pearl white hatch
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I’ve been chasing that Integra Type S
Eight-hour shifts
Oil stains on my vest
Counting every little dollar at this desk
Box by box
I’m getting closer
I guess
Yeah
I’m chasing that Integra Type S
[Verse 2]
Guy at lane two wants wipers
Girl at three needs new pads
Manager yelling about add-ons
“Don’t forget to push the brand”
But I’m scanning all these SKUs
Thinking summer canyon runs
Redline echo in the distance
While I’m stuck beneath these lights
Selling drums
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[Bridge]
Clock out at ten
Hands smell like rubber
Rust
And rain
Pull up listings on my screen again
“Honda
6-speed
Clean
No stain”
Saving tips
Saving lunch money
Skip the fries
Stash the change
One more weekend
One more paycheck
That dream car doesn’t feel so strange
[Chorus]