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in is drainin' me
Days are goin' by it's like all of it feels the same to me
Wake up, go to class, eat, sleep, life's on repeat
Autopilot, how I'm

chasin’
Hopin’ out the drop top wit my baby
Hot shot that sip scotch , I’m not chasin’

Out here cruisin’ , not racin’
I like smokin’ a doob’ in fly places

and DG love dem cars, Me and DG love dem bars
Car a spaceship we on mars, cruisin with the top down lookin at stars
On any beat we go hard, On any court

that's how a nigga get it fast
Steady cruisin' with the mob, you know he reppin' Eddys, baby
Now I'm comin' to the 80s, shootin' shit like we the Navy

And I do-do-do-do not no ammo
Old friends, wish I had those
Bitch by my side, she want ass though
And I uh huh
Bitch I am proud of you
I ain't impressed

this
I won't let you take nothing from me It ain't nun just to murk a nigga
And I can't trust nobody, so I'm cruisin
Ridin' by myself
I took my losses

happy, healthy and carefree
‘80s for me
Cruisin’ in my IROC-Z
Down by the lake, it’s summer break, jumpin’ waves on my jet ski

They tell me that I’m old

Uh
This how we coming?
Bet
It's best you play me on the radio or stereo
I'm surrounded by the O's like a bowl of cheerios
We done had a nice ride,

ccknowledge that you're a FOOL....
->Who got took by this Smooth crook
You're a feather ...[SHOOK]...
...and it's hurricane weather
KNOCKDOWN...
Left-check hook

And we ain't talking the price of the past
The current price is higher than class
We ain't different, you're a person like me
So why aren't we bound by

like distortion to the static
Gripping fortunas wheel cruisin by the planets

Looking in the mirror like
PLEASE TELL ME
Looking at the world like
PLEASE

I get lost in the Beat
When I'm feeling in defeat
Put the pedal to the medal
When I'm cruisin the streets
Escape the pain of the bars
Pressin up

to a dancer
Niggas want beef
Till we put you on a banner
Yeah this is the way that we live
Cut off so many it is what it is
Swear imma die by this chain I admit

story (writin your story)
Gonna make your role silent
All of this, and its only the mother-fucking pilot
Man, by the final episode you aint gonna like it

years he gon show you what you been missin.
Cruisin on the beat man this right here feel like a vacation, intergalactic the people in a frantic cause’

With their pistol grip pumps
What a romp this'll be, hold your applause like a doctor
Turn my head and cough at these awful impostors
By the time that

rise with a new hit
I knew it, i sign on the line, nah sike i ain't losin
I'm choosin, my life or mine, I lied, yall useless
Still cruisin, by design,

Cruisin' round in a Bentley

Broken hearts on the car seats

Yeah

Misery hasn't left me

Got this ice to keep me warm


And I don't even give a damn

Hey, finna let em know, TM take over
If you ain't know, then now you know, TM been hard, we next to blow, if you ain't
Bitch we been hard, cruisin

can stay with it
Blood suckers get hit with nine before they carried by six
Plus that's ten and thirty adding repercussions to it
But zero fucks given,

Cruisin' down your street
And this bitch talkin' bout she want all of me
Nigga hit my phone, I'm in the stu
He want a quarter piece

Get it by myself, don't

She said she's moving to Atlanta, or maybe LA
Cruisin' in a new Impala while she boomin' the bass
Every time I get around her I be losin' my place

Yeah those lights be shining
High we by Riding
Through the muthafucking city we be flying up all night  and spitting rhymes and
Grinding
Dying

Every

gone ride wit meat the top of the hill by woods n water to look at the sky wit meWe just lookin beyond our dreamsMaking ways we can live like kings