GR joyride ft. Slum Lyrics

Okay

Crankin' up the knobs

In my '02 Saturn

Wish I had a Porsche

But I guess it doesn't matter

Should I get a good job

Or should I be a rapper?

I stay close to death

So I think I'll take the latter

(Think I'll take the latter)

I stay close to death

So I think I'll take the latter

Scooping up the bros

Playing demos from my phone

Home alone

Writing poems

Instead of making wallets fatter

Fuck a 9 to 5

I was rockin' 12 to 12

Cookin up a set list

Setting heat down from the shelf

Finally, I show my teeth

Because I did it for myself

I'm the self help guru

Lift me out my cell (flash, flash, flash)

Flash was my life in my eyes

Boarded up in fear

Shell shocked

Drums popped

I could see the end was near

I could feel the blood

I could hold a tear

I could hear diablo

Laughing at me

Grinning ear to ear

Yes another victim

Yes another prospect

Gonna bring the house down

Better lean on this house bet

Call me Charlie Olives

Don't part ways

With your dollars yet

Checking my surroundings

The underdog has won again

Step left

Step right, step back

Any other choice

And visualize my bones crack

Wake up the next day

Business as usual

I do not dwell

On paychecks and cubicles

I cannot surround myself

With gente undevoted

If you don't have passion projects

I won't send my vote in

50k you're coping

Living life feeling stoic

You know it (ay, ay)

You know it, you know it

Crankin' up the knobs

In my '02 Saturn

Wish I had a Porsche

But I guess it doesn't matter

Should I get a good job

Or should I be a rapper?

I stay close to death

So I think I'll take the latter

(Think I'll take the latter)

I stay close to death

So I think I'll take the latter

Scooping up the bros

Playing demos from my phone

Home alone

Writing poems

Instead of making wallets fatter