Made In Usa

I am a sports car round and sheik I flash my headlights for him to see I'm a caramel classic on new black streets 67 model cushiony satin seats I'm not bragging that's not my style Reveal my grill is to steal his smile I've got speed still and make him proud Not too many dents not too many miles I was manufactured by God's hands No need to shave and I understand My ancestors prayed and they plan My journey to persevere in these lands If you hear my horn you think of music The kind you like I let you chose it Press the horn step on the gas Love created me slow but I go fast If you are smart cruise me baby Tend to my parts treat me like a lady Tell me you love me even when love is crazy Marry me carry me in charms not shady I can be traded but he knows My value is more than silver and gold We survived years had a fender bender too But crooked places straight God fixed that too We desire to inspire the next generation The empire of cars created in celebration We are all driven casting salutations We are all living in manifestations As I age don't mind my nostalgia Respect my ride and love my flaws I am heavy I was made to last I am your future as well as your past.