Driving Fast Lyrics

Hop in the screeve, I wanna be free

From all of these voices, they're talking to me

I gotta escape and follow my dream

I don't know what the fucks got into me shit

Oi

Woah woah

Oi oi

Hop in the screeve, I wanna be free

From all of the voices, they're talking to me

I gotta escape and follow my dream

I don't know what the fucks got into me

Lately I've been feeling lost, I can't see

I come up with a plan then my thoughts intervene

Worrying bout all the shit that's around me

I need to just low it, I gotta do me

I gotta do suttin 'fore I press the button

Been thinking about it and now I'm just stuck here

I need to get home but the engine ain't running

How I tell my loved ones that I won't be coming?

Shit I don't know, I spend all my time just sitting alone

Thinking about all the pain and the torture I've had to endure, so I'm hitting the road

Woah woah

Ain't nuttin to me, I be flying past

Hop in the screeve and I'm driving fast

And I never thought that I'd have crashed

And when I hit the tree, seen my life just flash

But God was with me, ain't my time to pass

He laid down the rules and I signed the pad

And now that I know I'm here for a reason

I can not be grieving, no time for that

Cause I lost my way, will I find it back?

Shit I don't know, but I'll fight and scrap

I been working hard, put my life in rap

I be pouring pain in my rhyming pad

Hit the lab and light the grass

YO10, where you find me at

YO10, that's where I be at

YO10, where you find me at

I be writing raps, help my mind relax

I'm realising that, I've been blind, in fact

I've been kinda mad, I'm in my mind, I'm trapped

I'm feeling like a twat, nah I don't like this lad

Need to start over, my life from scratch

I don't need these clothes and this designer hat

I don't need these O's and this pile of cash

I just need a home with a wife and that

I mean honestly

If It weren't have my girl I'd have crumbled and gone to sleep

Thinking bout offing me

But she was the only one there that was stopping me

I got some problems g

Thinking bout all of the pain that I gotta see,

Y'all keep on mocking me

You ripped out my heart then I put that shit on my sleeve

The blood drip down my arm and then it hits my palm

And then it hit the page and then it hits the charts

Sick of these smarts who be think they're hard

I just study em closely then pick em apart

I sit in the dark writing scriptures and art

And I know that one day they gon' feel all my bars

Came a long from we chilled in the park

And still to this day I be hitting em hard

Riding through the city, 5 deep up in the Screeve, we on it

Hop up out the screeve, on the street with the team, we mobbing

Looking for a brudda with some beef and ya know that we got him

And anybody that was on the scene, they ain't ever seen nuttin

You can't tell on the bros, ain't no letting it go,

And I be this fucking way until im dead and im cold

I just cuffed a little diva, in December I know

But I be rolling up a jigga while im getting some dome

Only got one bitch but I aint ever proposed

But I love her more than life, I'm feeling hella exposed,

And really they aint no telling where this session'll go

But then when I hit the tree I think I let it all go