Drive Lyrics

Dear methods

To kill with these bare weapons

Stare lessons

In the retina

With juice to impair blessings

Mirror destined

I and you

Can be great

Although we're tested

Find the truth

If you're inching

For proof

And these rare questions

I fear the love

In these truthfully

But shared sessions

Is time enough

With pollution

And mind delusions

The ghettos cry

You would think

It's my eyes projected

Tears falling on beat

But don't like intrusions

You the realest one I see

Never knew it could be me

She don't wanna give me props

I could plot her down and see

People playing on my top

Watch me spin around the scene

Hope she hear me when I knock

Heading home around three

Shorty low-key be acting like she don't me

I was rolling tobacco inside adobe

Had no money but asked if you need it show me

Won't the only

Durrastic but it ain't fold me

See it's hard to heal my pain

Even hard feel a gain

Although I be moving stars

Feel I move against the grain

I be feeling kinda hard

Like a movie to some paint

I be feeling from the start

Either knew me or you ain't

Niggas tell me what I can't

Get away and lemme think

Niggas name inside a barrel

And they rather see me sank

Since a youngin I been thural

Kinda silent

I got so much on my mind

Ion think you wanna buy it

But I learned to keep it quiet

I'm a demon w the lock

It's an angel at the pilot

So much meaning when I talk

Snot leaking as I walk

I'm the reason you deny it

Boss squeezing as I walk

Better me than be defiant

I can see we both at loss

And the thought of others dying

Got me wanna fucking off

Lights even I'm relying

In the dark shells flying

I just

I just

I fucking love you boi

I'm just hoping we do better

My mood redder

I just wanna get us to new cheddar

Like bootleggers

They say that I don't got it

But give out to whoever

They thinking every nigga can hang

Like a newsletter

Ancestors sayin live boy

You knew better

Bitches wanting Clark

But they knowing Bruce better

Follow suit

I am juice

Cranberry at the roots

Coming to America

They never gave us any tools

So I'm bumping Erykah

Cuz I love me some Badu

Smoking Buddha out the ruger

Took me time but yet I grew

Pulled some rhymes up out the cooler

Cuz I know they need it too

Might be right ahead of ya

But I can feel you need a boost

And we walking to greatness

Never mistaken

I embody what you needing

To tell you what you misplacing

And I know we all been grieving

I mean it

Mental been racing

And I feel I'm in a dream

With soul connections adjacent

Shit I woke up in the green

Grass dirt in the basin

Get that shit by any mean

Mad work in a apron

But I hold on to the team

Grab me close as I bereave

Niggas posting what they see

What they honestly believe

Honestly believe

Yeah

Honestly believe

Shit let me just keep on driving

And I'll

I'll make it somewhere

Hopefully