Lyrics Poetry In Motion - Kolley, Big K.R.I.T.

Poetry In Motion

I never felt this felt this free until I hit the highway
Today could be the day them hoes going my way
The laws in the mirror as I’m sittin' sideways
The king in a chariot, horse that’ll carry it
Thoroughbred raw said she’s down for the cause
Sonic booming woofers knockin' bitches off your wall
I never felt this felt this free until I hit the highway
I never felt this felt this free until I hit the highway
Poetry in motion
I’m being swallowed by these city lights
Been in blocks while I’m sippin' on this dirty Sprite
You know I’m feeling like
Gettin' fresh and killin' life
84s on swangers to keep my pimpin' right
Plus my trunk bang like it’s start fights
Big block under the hood give me that face I like
Errything black no racing stripes
Digi dash with leather under my ass
Rubber bands on asphalt
Dropping this cash ho
At the stash house
One way in so I backed out
Got that mags out
If a nigga plays he’s ass out
My bottom chick my passenger she never back down
Hold another up
I need another cup
I’m addicted to this feeling on the highway, high as fuck
And I ain’t ever coming down from this
I might blow a whole pound of this
Picasso with this paint
Drop my top and lean tell spring that it can’t
Go on without me I need those clear skies
I ain’t smoked in a while but today let’s get high
Hydroplane plain janes never get to ride
Gotta be the A type shawty get yo face right
You could let your hair down you could sit that ass up
Long as I mash on the gas they won’t pass me
Time machine classic, watch those ashes
I could take you way back, off this 8 track
Bass flat never but we enjoy the treble
Sonically an oddity my trunk can shake forever
This is more than just a vehicle more like precious metal
Motherfuck some Twankies 22's are better
85 rollin' let the dust settle
Gone in a flash trynna do the dash
Everyday it’s a quest hustle finesse
Run the streets to my death never live in regret
Ridin' in my own lane smoking the best
It took a lot of sacrifices just to get me here
I seen a lot of open Bibles on my granny quilt
Her prayers must of made it cause I’m still here
In my rearview when I ride I can see it’s clear
Edgar Allan Poe how them words flip
Sit behind them curtains like the president
Ridin' through my hood on some player shit
Donatello in my drank yes I’m hood rich
All this mud in my cup got me stuck here
Makin' moves like a boss I take the scenic route
Quick judge get the paper then I’m in and out
Life in the fast lane I stay hidin' out
Grill in the wind and I ain’t coming down