Start up the engine, we're heavy and rolling The tank full of gas and the night is young I don't know where you, don't care where you're goin' To the high life or the heart of the sun My sweet companion is long as the summer Black as the river, and built to climb Smooth as glass, smooth as marcus miller Cold as ice when you climb inside Through the city's flowing I found a way to move my weary soul Riding straight and low Stay heavy and rolling Your feel indicates you feel an illusion Pay for pleasure with your pretty face You're confused more than prostitution In my starship I sail freely through space I was lost and lonely like you Although I am broken inside Then I found something, nice to meet you A beautiful life Might have to wait to start in on your drinking All of hell's kitchen standing in that line I'll be here living in my lincoln Occupying space and conquering time