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