Backseat drivers always got directions
Don't you got your own car, bro?
Listen, this is my mission
I turn when I want to, stop when I need to
nope, didn't ask you
Put on ya jackets cause I'm ridin' with the AC
kill the racket, you didn't make me
I hack it independently
And always get there & I sit where I'm s'posed to
right behind the wheel 'cause the shit that I go through
an' don't feel when I roll with fools
I don't need that
feed-backs from fellas who say, "tell us, are we wack?"
I never ask that, I know how to fix a flat
Don't got the biggest jack
But I can get a lift with that
Pure confidence, not cockiness; commonsense
Stop blocking this mirror to see clearer
Look out the window
Take down some notes and then go
Get in your Pinto and begin slow
Me, I already know so who you tellin?
Fool, I got a navigation system in my melon
And now you're analyzing and excercising
the back of my mind tellin me which way I should go
but I don't know, so how would you know?
it's this kind of mind intertwining
that is relining everything that we do
so what do we do if we can be this type of crew?
Is it me or is it you?
If I don't listen to you
Then I'm gonna stop listening to myself
'Cause the devil is on the side of me
Like a trophy upon the shelf grain
Or maybe I should just keep on driving
Staying alive and surving
Vibin on this whole new track
Just because we in the carpool lane
Doesn't grant you access to dive in
Don't complain from the backseat
When we ridin' in the diamond lane
Cruise-control is set
I'm piloting so ease ya brain
The double lane is only trouble
When warning ??? to huddle
??muddle out the muzzle??
Which way I should steer the shuttle, man?
I don't shatter like your bladder on a road trip
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