backseatdriver Lyrics

Man my head is heavy

Its full of lies

Pushing the whip to the limit

I'm m flying by

Not tryna die just tryna have fun

Im in a bind

Like McDonald's or Whataburger I forgot the syrup

And the cream's never worked

Yet im iced out

With the pink fit

But learning about the man

The suit is in is tight like the Bond i have when i have the Homies on crusade

I play the game and you should too

Cheaters prosper

Whats there to lose

The feeling of amounting to Being a sheep

Most of you people are ready to Weap like me

Lie to my face i see it too

Its no joke when i say

Imma run around and

Hurt a few

Imma get up and

I aint gonna whine

Yet imma grind till i cry

Hit the ground and still fly

Youre making a long line

Where are the pots and pans Aisle nine

Lemme brew a beef stew

And talk with my extra time

A cup of ramen too

Are you feeling devine

On the level of borderline

Passing the signs

Wheres my mind

Oh im inside of it

What it consists of

All fake smiles

Yet i can power through

Miles and miles

No attention to speed dial

But yet I'm liable

I feel like a child

But im placing the tiles

Feeling so wild

Alot of its mild

Hope that they see the day

They see the title

I pray that i may

See all the vital

Rivals in trials of denial

Recitals of revival

Entitled to final

Feeling rightful

Feeling like a tidal wave

Wheres is lifes idle

Ridin around

Driving with no hands

I pray to the Lord

Ask him what the plan

It makes no sense on

How these people can

Throw it all away when shit Dont go to plan

Feeling so distracted

My mind is in fractals

Dont have a sense of home

I do know where to crash Though

Can tell something is missing

I cant see the colors

Looking for a plan to life

But Im walking around

With dead commas