Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Backseat Drivers, artist - The Grouch. Album song Crusader for Justice, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.08.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Backseat Drivers |
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, didn’t ask you |
Put on your jackets cause im ridin with the a. |
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Kill the racket you didn’t 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 shouldn’t 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 wasn’t 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 I’m 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 |