Any dumb bell can drive a car... All you need to do is turn the key! The Grouch Backseat drivers always got directions Dont you got your own car bro? Listen, this is my mission Ill turn when I want to stop when I need to Nope, didnt ask you Put on your jackets cause im ridin with the a.c Kill the racket you didnt make me I hack it independently And always get there and sit where im sposed to Right behind the wheel Because the shit that I go through And dont feel when I roll with fools? I dont need that Feedbacks from fellas who say, tell us, are we wack? I never asked that I know how to fix a flat Dont got the biggest jack, but I can Pure confidence not cockiness, common sense 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 Im Safari Hm, so now your analyzing and exercising the back of my mind Telling me which way I should go But I dont know, so how would you know? Its this inner mind inner twining That is realigning everything that we do But what do we do if we get caught up its this type of crew Is it me or is it you? If I dont listen to you Then im just gonna have to listen to myself Cause the devil and the angel on each side of me Like a trophy up on a shelf Great, well maybe I should just keep on driving Stayin alivin, survivin, vibin on this whole new track Scarub Just because we in the car pool lane Doesnt grant you access to dive in, dont complain From the backseat when we ridin in the diamond lane Cruise control is set im pilotin, so ease your brain The double lane is only trouble when more than one Wanna huddle and muddle out the muzzle And how fast and which way I should steer the shuttle Man I know chatters like your bladder on a road trip Your bloated with pissy ideas learn to hold your lips like your water And that carries over in life like an overpass You on the outside lookin through my tinted glass But actin like your up under the engine My mechanics a fine tune and my wallet is a one seater Suspensions sturdy so shut that airbag trap of yours Strap on your seatbelts, and lock your doors Let the wind blow in your face some, take some Time to relax, this is my life My rights and lefts, so hold your breath Hold on, hold a book up to your face and learn somethin Or find yourself stranded on a median hitchikin Oh my leather seats are comfortable now? alright then... Safari Maybe I shouldnt think so much Maybe I should touch the fact The fact that cracks the back of a chiropract My spinal is drifting, dripping I dunno if im lifting high or Maybe I should grab an amplifier And yell as high as I can But hibbidy god damn Mother fuckers wanna tell me Who, which way, how, which way to go But I dunno... The Grouch I had a good thing goin Somebody told me I wasnt knowin I switched up now look who im owin Sidetracked down the backstreet gettin jacked I shoulda payed the toll because the hook up was in fact, in fact When I look up I gotta sense of where to go Im my own natural compass with intense flare and soul Look past the car in front of me and feel the road out You tell me slow down da rubber neckin can the whole route I hold out, on hearin you out the next time I read my gauges just fine So when its crunch time, dont panic and make me nervous Whats this look like a taxi cab service? I already took flight And I never tell the pilot how to fly As long as the rides safe Im all up in the sky my way Or hit the highway jack and dont come back Safari Its a man fishing without a hook Getting took, not knowing if hes reading a book Its intelligent, relevant, but not the elephant Stomping on the unforgettable person Not rehearsing, just bursting into this flow Is it a flow? or is it? what is it? Let me do my thing and you do your thing And I dont care if you bling bling or sing Or whatever you do, but let me go I got my own crew And its in my mind, and thats how you can find my
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