Drive
• Written by SinSin_at_E
I've got my foot on the gas pedal
smokes in my lungs, got my fingers on the trigger
and asking what I've become
got my whip, runs on empty, got plenty to get me gone
from 0 to 40oz, of wreckage, till I'll move on
got my foot on the gas pedal
smokes in my lungs, i'm going 25 over now
hoping i'll overcome, objectives that I've been chasing
i'm racing to get me some
I'm pacing myself now homie you know I already won
got my foot on the gas pedal
smokes in my lungs, got my fingers on the trigger
and asking what I've become
got my whip, runs on empty, got plenty to get me gone
got everything that I needed bitch rising up like the sun, yup
I'm kicking the clutch as i'm shifting this vehicle into first gear
burning a preroll like I'm burning rubber, to feel the enlightenment stead of the fear
look in the mirror to see who's behind me some piggies are flying up fast on my rear
throw on they sirens but I have decided that I will not be pulling over right here
I've got to loose them, so I keep cruising, passengers asking me what I am doing
know it's confusing, but I am choosing, life where I do what I want is that clear
they cannot catch me, my cars got jets be, autopiloting while I down a beer
feeling so twisted, getting so ripped, it's getting ridiculous for me to stear, or even cohere
foots on the gas pedal
smokes in my lungs, got my fingers on the trigger
and asking what I've become
got my whip, runs on empty, got plenty to get me gone
from 0 to 40oz, of wreckage, till I'll move on
got my foot on the gas pedal
smokes in my lungs, i'm going 25 over now
hoping i'll overcome, objectives that I've been chasing
i'm racing to get me some
I'm pacing myself now homie you know I already won
got my foot on the gas pedal
smokes in my lungs, got my fingers on the trigger
and asking what I've become
got my whip, runs on empty, got plenty to get me gone
got everything that I needed bitch rising up like the sun, yup
i'm swerving through town, smoking on pounds, getting so lifted I can't touch the ground
i'm whipping around, i'm picking them up and I'm putting them down
I'm rolling one up and I'm smoking them out, I took a wrong turn so recalculate route
only the dopest come outta my mouth, staying all focused is what I'm about
still i get tipsy, feels like i'm slipping, trying to turn with a bong that I'm ripping
sedatives kick in, feel like i'm quitting, hitting that nitrous button while I'm spitten
moving the stick shift, trying to get in, somewhere i actually fucking will fit in
know that I'm different, why I keep hitting, all of these j's that I'm rolling and spliffing
foots on the gas pedal
smokes in my lungs, got my fingers on the trigger
and asking what I've become
got my whip, runs on empty, got plenty to get me gone
from 0 to 40oz, of wreckage, till I'll move on
got my foot on the gas pedal
smokes in my lungs, i'm going 25 over now
hoping i'll overcome, objectives that I've been chasing
i'm racing to get me some
I'm pacing myself now homie you know I already won
got my foot on the gas pedal
smokes in my lungs, got my fingers on the trigger
and asking what I've become
got my whip, runs on empty, got plenty to get me gone
got everything that I needed bitch rising up like the sun, yup
whole cars vibrating the way that the bass is bumping
the 6x9's in the trunk, that sound loud as fuck when they thumping
distracting me from the problems I actually got but fuck it
I'll turn that shit way up, act like I fucking love it
i'm tryna drift, quit being such a big dip shit
used to actually think quick, now I am just a misfit
so fuck it, ima, be driving hella unsafe
as fast as I fucking can to get out of this fucking place
foots on the gas pedal
smokes in my lungs, got my fingers on the trigger
and asking what I've become
got my whip, runs on empty, got plenty to get me gone
from 0 to 40oz, of wreckage, till I'll move on
got my foot on the gas pedal
smokes in my lungs, i'm going 25 over now
hoping i'll overcome, objectives that I've been chasing
i'm racing to get me some
I'm pacing myself now homie you know I already won
got my foot on the gas pedal
smokes in my lungs, got my fingers on the trigger
and asking what I've become
got my whip, runs on empty, got plenty to get me gone
got everything that I needed bitch rising up like the sun, yup
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SinSin_at_E
Member since April 16 2016