Passenger Prince

Lyrics

Intro Yeah… Passenger Prince ass… Every time I get in my husband car I gotta prepare for battle first And I’m sick of it Hook Passenger Prince, always riding shotgun Seat pushed back like the damn day long My husband drive, so that seat stay mine But every time you hop out, gotta fix the recline Passenger Prince, why you tweaking my side? Always touching settings on the passenger side We was cool before you started fucking with my shit Now every car ride got me tight little bit Verse 1 Every time he pick me up, I already know Seat damn near laid out touching the floor Now I’m outside struggling with the baby bag Trying squeeze inside while I’m already mad Can’t put the baby in the car seat right ’Cause I gotta spend five minutes fixing your height Mirror moved, headrest leaning weird Tell me why your comfort level living rent free here? And my husband laughing talking “he tall” Okay cool, but that don’t explain it all Why every button gotta get explored? You treating my side like a damn resort Feet kicked up, AC turned low Probably got fingerprints all over my door And you NEVER put the seat back straight Like consideration somehow showed up late Hook Passenger Prince, always riding shotgun Seat pushed back like the damn day long My husband drive, so that seat stay mine But every time you hop out, gotta fix the recline Passenger Prince, why you tweaking my side? Always touching settings on the passenger side We was cool before you started fucking with my shit Now every car ride got me tight little bit Verse 2 You too damn comfortable, let’s speak facts Whole posture say “this my Cadillac” Meanwhile I’m pregnant, tired, stressed Trying climb in sideways fixing your mess And why the seat so far damn back? What are you, seven foot? Relax My knees in the dash while the baby crying And your grown ass somewhere peacefully vibing And don’t think I forgot them crumbs Little snack wrappers all under my son If I find one more bottle under that seat I’ma make you walk home in work boots all week See I was nice, I ain’t say nothing before But now every ride got me ready for war You my husband friend, so I kept it cute But respect my spot when you in this coupe Bridge We was cool before you started fucking with my shit Now every pickup got me ready to flip You ain’t the wife, you ain’t paying the note So stop sitting throne-like every time y’all roll Final Hook Passenger Prince, king of shotgun seats Leaving chaos every time you leave My husband drive, so that side stay mine Respect the setup and everything fine Passenger Prince, hear me loud and clear Fix my seat before you disappear Or next time y’all clock out from the yard You can sit in the back or walk home from the job.