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[Intro – Spoken Word over sad jazz chords]
I signed up for a shared ride…
Didn’t know I was signing up for shared trauma.
We all got in the car with baggage.
Only difference is… mine had wheels.

Adlib – “Who tf is DeShawn and why he sittin' middle seat?”


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[Verse 1]
I’m in the backseat next to someone eatin’ soup,
Driver got incense lit—talkin’ ‘bout his rap group.
Lady in the front cryin’, talkin’ ‘bout her divorce,
I said, “Damn, is this therapy or just the cheapest transport?”

Pulled up like, “Hop in!”—he said, “Room for one more.”
Now it’s knees to chest like I joined the Marine Corps.
GPS said 15 minutes—we been drivin’ since Tuesday,
And this dude next to me tryna pitch me his Blu-ray.

Adlib – “Bro, I don’t want your zombie rom-com short film.”


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[Chorus – Harmonized like it's gospel]
UberPool? I thought this was a metaphor—
Like we all ridin’ through life, just tryna find the door.
But no… this is real, and I smell feet,
And this Prius got me reevaluatin' my beliefs.

UberPool? Existential detour—
Seven strangers, no aux cord, closed windows—war.
If life is a highway, then this is a cul-de-sac,
With a screaming baby and a man who just won’t lean back.

Adlib – “SIR, ADJUST YOUR SPINE!”


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[Verse 2]
Driver said “Y’all believe in aliens?” mid-turn,
Now we swervin’ through a TED Talk I didn’t earn.
I’m like, “Cool cool… but my stop was ten minutes back,”
He said, “Bro, time is fake.” I’m like, “So is this app.”

Lady next to me got beef with the girl in the front,
Said, “You Karen’d me in Whole Foods, don’t front!”
I’m just tryna get to therapy at 4:15,
But now I’m caught in a mobile Maury scene.

Adlib – “You are… NOT the only passenger.”


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[Bridge – Auto-Tuned Breakdown]
Ride-share? More like soul-share,
Got confessions floatin’ in the stale air.
One dude got in, said, “This ain’t even my ride,”
Then stayed for the vibes and the emotional guide.

We passed my stop—I didn’t say a thing,
'Cause maybe… just maybe… life’s about the ping.
And the people you meet when the fare is low,
Like a clown car of truth on this hellbound road.

Adlib – “Yo, did we just emotionally carpool?”


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[Chorus – Repeated, with Choir Vocals]
UberPool? I thought this was a metaphor—
Now I’m shoulder-to-shoulder with a man named Thor.
Said he gave up law to be a Reiki healer,
And the lady with the soup? She a Netflix dealer.

UberPool? Confusion on four wheels,
It’s a sermon, a sitcom, and a Groupon meal.
If this ride ever ends, I’ll still tip five stars,
‘Cause I learned more in this Prius than from college memoirs.

Adlib – “I found God between the child seat and the granola bar.”


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[Outro – Whispered like a secret]
Next time… I’m walkin’.
Unless it’s raining.
Then I’m takin’ Lyft.
But emotionally?
I’m still UberPooled.

Adlib – “I shared more than a ride today… I shared my truth.”

UberPool? I Thought This Was a Metaphor