On My Way
Because I be in the whip no brakes (Skrt skrt)
You can tell who it is by the plates (Its your boi)
Down to my last drop in the tank
But I'm on my way
And I didn't know it got so late
I'mma hit the gas make the wheels rotate
I'm goin 95 down the interstate
And now I'm on my way
325 325 overdrive I'mma ride till the sun come up, yeah
You wanna ride do you wanna ride
You should come inside got a spot for you in the front
Cause it's the summertime up in Sunnyside where we come alive every night for a couple bucks, yeah
A paradise it's a paradise don't take their advice cause we never ever growin' up
Because it all started out with Andy, David, and Blake
Shootin' hoops In the alley between Decatur and Clay
With a half a pack of zags for the papier mache
And now it's 2020 funny really not much has changed
Except I'm tryna get my boys to follow me to LA
Where the weathers getting warmer each and every day
I might have to trade the Coupe for the Cabriolet
Cause all I needs a gas pedal I don't care about brakes
Because I be in the whip no brakes (Skrt skrt)
You can tell who it is by the plates (Its your boi)
Down to my last drop in the tank
But I'm on my way
And I didn't know it got so late
I'mma hit the gas make the wheels rotate
I'm goin 95 down the interstate
And now I'm on my way
I be in the whip I be in the whip
Drink a fifth need another zip
We could trip leave and take a hit
Yeah I'm on the way, what's the ETA? Yeah
I say Namaste then take a leap of faith speed away
We don't got no breaks, just a lot of space
Hunnid on the dash that's so fast I couldn't spot a snake
I grew up got taller now its more that I can tolerate
Always lead the race your only option is to copy great
Houston what's the problem Lil Wayne we steady Mobbin
Do it without caution ain't no skrt'n we ain't stopping
In the summertime I'm feeling like I'm Janis Joplin
You sticking to the past then I can't really stand your talking cause
Everything is different than the way that it was
Ride on IPA I'm tryna find me a buzz
When I'm faded baby I'm still makin' the cut
Dreamin' of it all but then you waking' me up yuh
Because I be in the whip no brakes (Skrt skrt)
You can tell who it is by the plates (Its your boi)
Down to my last drop in the tank
But I'm on my way
And I didn't know it got so late
I'mma hit the gas make the wheels rotate
I'm goin 95 down the interstate
And now I'm on my way
It's your boi
You can tell who it is by the plates (Its your boi)
Down to my last drop in the tank
But I'm on my way
And I didn't know it got so late
I'mma hit the gas make the wheels rotate
I'm goin 95 down the interstate
And now I'm on my way
325 325 overdrive I'mma ride till the sun come up, yeah
You wanna ride do you wanna ride
You should come inside got a spot for you in the front
Cause it's the summertime up in Sunnyside where we come alive every night for a couple bucks, yeah
A paradise it's a paradise don't take their advice cause we never ever growin' up
Because it all started out with Andy, David, and Blake
Shootin' hoops In the alley between Decatur and Clay
With a half a pack of zags for the papier mache
And now it's 2020 funny really not much has changed
Except I'm tryna get my boys to follow me to LA
Where the weathers getting warmer each and every day
I might have to trade the Coupe for the Cabriolet
Cause all I needs a gas pedal I don't care about brakes
Because I be in the whip no brakes (Skrt skrt)
You can tell who it is by the plates (Its your boi)
Down to my last drop in the tank
But I'm on my way
And I didn't know it got so late
I'mma hit the gas make the wheels rotate
I'm goin 95 down the interstate
And now I'm on my way
I be in the whip I be in the whip
Drink a fifth need another zip
We could trip leave and take a hit
Yeah I'm on the way, what's the ETA? Yeah
I say Namaste then take a leap of faith speed away
We don't got no breaks, just a lot of space
Hunnid on the dash that's so fast I couldn't spot a snake
I grew up got taller now its more that I can tolerate
Always lead the race your only option is to copy great
Houston what's the problem Lil Wayne we steady Mobbin
Do it without caution ain't no skrt'n we ain't stopping
In the summertime I'm feeling like I'm Janis Joplin
You sticking to the past then I can't really stand your talking cause
Everything is different than the way that it was
Ride on IPA I'm tryna find me a buzz
When I'm faded baby I'm still makin' the cut
Dreamin' of it all but then you waking' me up yuh
Because I be in the whip no brakes (Skrt skrt)
You can tell who it is by the plates (Its your boi)
Down to my last drop in the tank
But I'm on my way
And I didn't know it got so late
I'mma hit the gas make the wheels rotate
I'm goin 95 down the interstate
And now I'm on my way
It's your boi
Credits
Writer(s): Salvatore Diandrea
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