Chevron - Banoffee

Doing seventy on the freeway

Smoke coming out the hood

Toll man says it’s ninety

I bargain him down to eighty

'Cause I can’t even dance for my money

No, they won’t give me cash

I’m breaking my back for my money

Dollar bills piling up on the dash

So I dash across the street to the only thing that’s open

I need something to eat, thank God for the Chevron

I need something for me, I’ve been working so long

Need something for me (Need something for me)

Dash across the street to the only thing that’s open

I need something to eat, thank God for the Chevron

I need something for me, I’ve been working so long

(I've been working so long, I’ve been working so long)

I keep posting photos back home

And I feel bad 'cause it’s a bag, I know it

They know it, do I show it?

What am I doing, why am I here?

What am I doing, why am I here?

I can’t even dance for my money

No, they won’t give me cash

So I’m selling my gear for my money

Best synth I ever had

I dash across the street to the only thing that’s open

I need something to eat, thank God for the Chevron

I just keep calling, no coverage in the canyon

(Where am I going? Why am I here? Where am I going? Why am I here?)

Dash across the street to the only thing that’s open

I need something to eat, man, I miss my pension

I need something for me, I’ve been working so long

(I've been working so long, I’ve been working so long)

Need something for me

Need something for me

Need something for me

Need something for me

Thank God, thank God (Need something for me)

Oh man, oh man

Thank God, thank God

Oh man, oh man