Cruise Control

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How can I come up? Sitting
 How can I come up? Sitting
 How can I come up? From the inside looking out
 Women out in they high heels and my eyes low
 How am I supposed to change the things that time won't?
 Vision blurry, I'mma say this shit with my eyes closed
 That Motown is the real reason I drive slow
 I did this shit for that southern side like Rap-a-Lot and No Limit
 I need a Coupe DeVille with my seat back
 And that woodgrain when I grip it
 Watch us manifest the new vision
 I'm out here going the distance
 I'm never getting but wanting
 I'm never touching but wishing
 We could find a day for just you and me
 How can we see it through?
 Let me call, I need the truth
 I'm always real, you see the proof
 It's nothing new, P's and Q's
 How is my past bleeding through?
 And why you always feed into that gossip you feed into?
 Said, girl, I'm on that fly shit
 Where you get your news from?
 Used to take some lemon-lime and make it look like fruit punch
 That's why I got some Screw drums as soon we were through
 And I said you would need to choose one
 Never thought I'd lose one
 Yeah
 Man, I'm back breaking, check wasting
 Pimping is the inspiration
 What you getting into lately?
 I need more than dinner dates, I'm coming up
 Driving to the city 'fore the sun is up, it's nothing new
 And still I feel like I just haven't done enough, yeah
 My hero said that's tough to see
 I know all this stress put on my life is all because of me
 I can't show that publicly
 I can't live with lust when karma ends up catching up to me
 That's the real, so luckily
 My flow just got to bouncing with that Sho'nuff sound
 It's got me throwed and I'm about to tell her
 Low-key I'm about it
 We can talk when this one drops
 And they start asking if I walk it
 They just don't know how to stop it
 Trust me, I want them to profit
 But, I swear I'll go to war for this
 I'm not talking corporate
 Swear before I forfeit, things will surely get unfortunate
 Yeah, oh yeah, of course he did
 They could do the most and we still end up doing more with this
 Mind tricks if they forcing it, I hope they don't
 Swerving, swerving like a dough
 Swerving like a, swerving, dough
 Swerving, swerving like a dough
 Swerving like a, swerving, dough
 Yeah
 At the Oasis
 Alligator waists
 Moët tastes
 Yellow bitches wit' braces
 At the Oasis
 I'll be sippin' paces
 Breakin' boys off 'cause I'm on the hunt
 For the damn, uh, big faces
 Want them damn Franklin
 When I come through then you know we steady shanking
 At the Oasis
 Alligator waists
 Moët tastes
 Yellow bitches with braces
 

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Duration
03:43
Tempo
116 BPM

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