Текст песни LAST_DRIVE.mp3 - CyaDrew

Yeah, this is a little bit slower
Y'know, but fuck it
Yeah
Woah
Ay
Get it
Go

Now the hoopty's vroomin'
Down the fuckin' back roads again
This might be my last drive
Crash on my way home again
There ain't no room up on the dash
'Cause I maxed it out again
And now the brakes are startin' to shake
But I ain't backin' out again
Yeah, my foot is on the gas
Holdin' down the gas
Smokin' on the gas
Goin' somewhere fast
Ain't even check the dash
This a freestyle
Ain't even off the dome
In the meanwhile
Bitches senile
Tryin' to tell me I don't rap right
What's rap anyway?
Off the green, I don't act right
But I don't act anyway
It's all real, I don't pack light
Need my Coors though
Shoutout Coors, I need some more
To get me in my bag like
I was not paid to make that claim
I did it out of love
JK, I don't know what love looks like
I'm really fuckin' dumb
Wait, I take that back
I love my mom, I love my dad
I love my dog, I love my sis
I love my grandparents, that's it
I'm at DePaul in Chicago
That's that demon mode, bitch
At McGee's on a Thursday
That's that demon hoe shit
And on a Friday, run it back
Ain't no class, get in my bag again
Fuck all what you said
Get your head out your ass again
Hold up, run it
Fuck Crumbl, I'm leavin' 'em crumblin'
Hand me a 50, I'll double it
Go get a one with it
Now that's three G's for the fun of it
Watchin' Cars, wish the world was run like this
When I'm done, I might go out and run a bit
No cap shall leave my lips
I'll kill this beat by the time I'm done with it

Please don't miss me
I don't even miss myself
That's a nice tree
Might just floor it
Fuckin' drift to hell
Someone get me out this seat
So I can see myself
'Cause it's clear
This rear view mirror
Ain't fuckin' workin' well