Watch the Curb ft. Chris Rockwell Lyrics

Fake Chains what up

Left hand on the wheel

Leaning back cruising

Right on the shifter

Look at reflections

Glance at myself in the mirror

Watch out for potholes and police

I'm reminiscing

About the time I got arrested

Lot's of aggression

Threaten to send me out to Cuba

Hm Fucking loser

Hand on his gun paranoid he might decide to shoot it

So I'm staying in the slow lane homie

Clean record driving like I got cocaine on me

Made a right turn

Clear my mind from all of the clutter

Made a left turn

Another miss call from my Mother

She probably lonely

She living in that house by herself

Call from her son

Dam Chill that might help

Tank is low

Looking for a station in current location

Something to fill me up

Parked in a spot that was vacant

I needed 20 but I only had 10 in my wallet

Ah just found another 12 in my pocket

It's good to be alive

That's the real shit

No hopping on my vibe

Cause you kills it feel me

I'm going for a drive

Trying to heal shit

Watch out hitting them curbs

Curbs

Hit hitting them curbs curbs

It's good to be alive

That's the real shit

No hopping on my vibe

Cause you kills it feel me

I'm going for a drive

Trying to heal shit

Watch out hitting them curbs

Curbs

Hit hitting them curbs curbs

So we back on "F"

Feeling like I got success

Mash the gas and I reflect

Pretty like the bachelorette

First gear

Second gear

Third gear

Finding my stride

Weight in the trunk

Do I need this baggage inside or

Maybe someone sitting on the passenger side door

Rolling by myself deciding who I'm gone ride for

Green lights and stop signs

Good things and bad time

Mix signals flicker

Swerving like I'm sipping liquor

Which avenue I'm a take

How many times did I press the breaks

How many crashes did I miss

How much fuel did I waste

How much energy it take to be a man I'm fond of

Speedometer doesn't measure out running my problems

If there's a pedal for being better

I'll push it to the floor

Dodging the warning signs

And driving over my flaws

How do I stay insured

Trying to respect the law

Finding my destination

But GPS signal lost AH

It's good to be alive

That's the real shit

No hopping on my vibe

Cause you kills it feel me

I'm going for a drive

Trying to heal shit

Watch out hitting them curbs

Curbs

Hit hitting them curbs curbs

It's good to be alive

That's the real shit

No hopping on my vibe

Cause you kills it feel me

I'm going for a drive

Trying to heal shit

Watch out hitting them curbs

Curbs

Hit hitting them curbs curbs

Yeah

Joe Sap on the bass bitch

Ah uh ah uh

Rockwell on the hook there

Yeah ah uh

I said we pretty in this motherfucker

Pretty nigga in this motherfucker

What you say now

Let go