Drive Me Crazy

(альбом: See You Tomorrow - 2015)

Bout it, bout it
I'm bout it, bout it
Bout it, bout it
Yeah, bout it

I been drinking, been smoking
I been writing, recording
I been out here in America living like I ain't broke and
I been thinking of the times I was alone inside my home writing rhymes about the hoes I was getting over
Man, I really love y'all
Man, I really meant that
Man, I'll try my hardest to avoid y'all when I get back
I know y'all made me promise I'd still come through and get faded
But I swear I'm almost famous and I'm going through some changes
Everything got shook up, it all started with one late night
I met a girl and we hooked up, now your body chain don't hang right
Y'all were destined for stardom, now y'all got charges and some kids
Your only option is a pardon for possession with intent
And my ears ring, it's piercing like my earrings when y'all talking bout me
Hope is something good, that's already too many rumors started
If you see me in the streets in my hometown just know y'all rolling
Your road isn't one I'll go down

My hand is on the wheel and my foot is on the gas
And my eyes are on the rearview, I hope that I don't crash
And I'm driving myself crazy thinking 'bout it
Yeah, I'm driving myself crazy thinking 'bout it
I'm sitting in the driver's seat, I'm speeding really fast
And I'm looking in the rearview, thinking 'bout my past
And I'm driving myself crazy thinking 'bout it
Yeah, I'm driving myself crazy thinking 'bout it, about it

I been drunk a lot, in the parking lot
I been getting in with executives
Been partying in my cardigan, same kid just made some rich friends
I had to
Y'all were like my family though, you can't be mad at me
Y'all weren't listening, I said "all aboard" and you missed the boat
I been on my next shit, I can't get y'all on my guest list no more
I been learnt my lesson, y'all selling that flow
And y'all 'gon get arrested while I'm stressing my show
I can't accept your message if you sent it from that phone
Heard that y'all be drinking, maybe crashed a couple cars
I guess the world is really mine now, and the world it used to be ours
I swear I won't forget y'all, I been holding on but my hands purple
Letting go of everyone I knew back in my old circle
Making room for songwriters and engineers
No more room for old bikers, working girls or drug dealers
Y'all keep blowing clouds, I promise that I'll make you proud
Just don't be mad at me when you finally notice I'm not around

My hand is on the wheel and my foot is on the gas
And my eyes are on the rearview, I hope that I don't crash
And I'm driving myself crazy thinking 'bout it
Yeah, I'm driving myself crazy thinking 'bout it
I'm sitting in the driver's seat, I'm speeding really fast
And I'm looking in the rearview, thinking 'bout my past
And I'm driving myself crazy thinking 'bout it
Yeah, I'm driving myself crazy thinking 'bout it
I'm just getting out of Dodge and I'm planning my attack
I'm not slowing down for nothing, I just need to fill my tank
I got the pedal to the metal and I'm driving like I drank
You couldn't stop me with a cannon or a tank
And I'm stepping on it

'Bout it, 'bout it
And I'm driving myself crazy thinking 'bout it
'Bout it, 'bout it
Yeah, I'm driving myself crazy thinking 'bout it
And I'm driving myself crazy thinking 'bout it ('bout it)
'Bout it
And I'm driving myself crazy thinking 'bout it
'Bout it, yeah
Yeah
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