| Somewhere this shit done got crazy
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| I’ve just been driving Miss Daisy
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| With my hands on the steering wheel
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| And my eyes on the pavement
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| I give a fuck 'bout where they went
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| I owe my lawyer a payment
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| They talking 'bout no arraignment
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| Now I wonder where the rain went
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| I just been all in my mind, homies tell me I’m stressing
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| I been counting what’s on my bucket list and not on my blessing’s
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| I think it’s time for a lesson, hold up, you better pay attention
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| I can’t end up like my momma popping anti-depressants
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| My therapist think I’m crazy, well shit, she probably does
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| All that stress I’m under, I wonder why I don’t do drugs
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| Raised in a household full of killers and thugs
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| Shit I’ve been in doubt so long, don’t know who I was
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| But I know who I am, yes, I know who I is
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| Please pardon my grammar, Daisy vibing with this
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| I’ve just been driving
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| I’ve just been driving Miss Daisy
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| That Bino the realest, uh, this beat made me kill it, uh
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| Her feet to the ceiling, she said that she love me
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| She never said that in college, 3005 is our mileage
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| I’m in my lane like a Prius, because I’m moving in silence
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| You still ain’t broke down yet?
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| All the flashing lights and a couple Crown Vic’s
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| Wanna rock a crown and a ring on the left
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| Tell your nigga speed up, she don’t wanna get left
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| Relationships look closer in that rearview
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| Finally slow it down and realize she ain’t nowhere near you
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| So now you gotta stop, park, put that shit in neutral
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| Yeah, you really love her, but is she worth your future?
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| Your Ciara, your Beyoncé, they’ll be saying he got money
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| Think that Kim be with Kanye if he left drive in the driveway?
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| Yeah, I know who you are, yeah, I know who you is
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| We were driving together, when we met we were kids
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| You ain’t know 'bout the biz, I ain’t know 'bout it either
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| I see you in that new ride, I flash my lights when I see you
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| I just be driving
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| Turn left on West Deer Park
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| Doing ninety on the highway, we gon' do it my way
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| Ninety on the highway, we gon' do it my way
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| Ninety on the high
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| I’ve just been driving Miss Daisy |