Black Jeep

One for the road. Poppa was a rolling stone
On my own roll, hurt my soul just to know he gone
Shit stick wit'cha, surprised I got no broken bones
Gold goals. Highway, gone
Got no more "for the lows"
No more waiting. No more fear.
What way we taking? No idea
No more hating. Look for competition. Nigga, no one's here
Headlights, oh my dear. Red lights, oh my peers
Gassed up, I'm air tight. Wanna enjoy my year, yeah

Beep beep
Cruising the street in my jeep jeep
Steel to the floor. We don't need receipts
A million in store. When we reach the peak
Yeah, we hit repeat
Yeah, beep beep
Cruising the street in my jeep jeep
Steel to the floor. We don't need receipts
A million in store. When we reach the peak
We hit repeat, ahh

Can't let this shit get in my way
So get that shit outta my face
They ask me if I am afraid
No way, no way
Can't let this shit get in my way
No way, no way
They ask me if I came to stay
No brakes. No breaks.

Thinking bout the old me
How I would hold deep inside
That little girl running wild
Feeling like I failed her constantly
Now I'm more free
Can't take my peace from me
Within myself I believe
My darkness won't win the light in me

Beep beep
Cruising the street in my jeep jeep
Steel to the floor. We don't need receipts
A million in store. When we reach the peak
Yeah, we hit repeat
Yeah, beep beep
Cruising the street in my jeep jeep
Steel to the floor. We don't need receipts
A million in store. When we reach the peak
We hit repeat, ahh

Can't let this shit get in my
Get in my, get in my way, no
So get that shit outta my
Outta my, outta my face yo
They ask me if I am afraid
No way, no way, no
They ask me if I came to stay
No brakes, so go away

Beep beep
Cruising the street in my jeep jeep
Steel to the floor. We don't need receipts
A million in store. When we reach the peak
Yeah, we hit repeat
Ugh, beep beep
Cruising the street in my jeep jeep
Steel to the floor. We don't need receipts
A million in store. When we reach the peak
We hit repeat

Oo Oo, y'all be wilding for YouTube
Y'all be clowning like true fools
Looking ass looking like Blue's Clues
Dog, excuse me, we rude
Oo Oo, y'all be wilding for YouTube
Y'all be clowning like true fools
Looking ass looking like Blue's Clues
Dog, excuse me, we rude

Yo, "Black Syllabus!"
Ay, this shit was called "Black Instruments" at first
And she was not having it
She said, "That shit sound like we some old men playing jazz."
So yeah, "Black Syllabus!" Thanks for listening

I don't know what to say! I feel weird

Why

This is so awkward

Say something

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Writer(s): Johnny Core
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