Chad Muska
We were driving stoned and clueless
Neighbors called twelve on the nuisance
Cause we had the bass up so high
That the rear view fucking useless
I wanna be self made
But the compass set on doofus
So I had to call my homies on the same shit
What's the movement
What's the movement, what's the play
Won't get caught a busta
Quick to make the tail slide
Feel like Chad Muska
Smelling like some road kill
Eat good at the truck stop
Think I'll always be poor
That's why I don't trust cops
I started out part of the parties out here in Austin
Now I'm 31 and putting some old ways inside a coffin
See the distance made me honest
Living King of The Hill providence
I got comfortable making my friends my accomplices
I had a couple goals but I just let my work get in the way
Bruh how's that work when what you wanna work on wasn't making bank?
I need to focus on my love, my beats, my green, my cheese, my play
It's not like this year's giving me much hope to see another day
We were driving stoned and clueless
Neighbors called twelve on the nuisance
Cause we had the bass up so high
That the rear view fucking useless
I wanna be self made
But the compass set on doofus
So I had to call my homies on the same shit
What's the movement
What's the movement, what's the play
Won't get caught a busta
Quick to make the tail slide
Feel like Chad Muska
Smelling like some road kill
Eat good at the truck stop
Think I'll always be poor
That's why I don't trust cops
It was draggin' slowly
Couple bucks in the wallet feelin' lonely
Wanted everyone to know me
Blurred lines from the real and the phony
Dollar wells hide face at the bar
Bum a cig left lighter in the car
On the way to the Honda
Ponder on ways to get hot like a sauna
But first intentions often slip through the cracks
Well...
My dreams never helped me relax
When I try to the get them fast
We were driving stoned and clueless
Neighbors called twelve on the nuisance
Cause we had the bass up so high
That the rear view fucking useless
I wanna be self made
But the compass set on doofus
So I had to call my homies on the same shit
What's the movement
What's the movement, what's the play
What's the movement, what's the play
What's the movement, what's the play
What's the movement, what's the play
What's the movement, what's the play
What's the movement, what's the play
What's the movement, what's the play
What's the movement, what's the play
Neighbors called twelve on the nuisance
Cause we had the bass up so high
That the rear view fucking useless
I wanna be self made
But the compass set on doofus
So I had to call my homies on the same shit
What's the movement
What's the movement, what's the play
Won't get caught a busta
Quick to make the tail slide
Feel like Chad Muska
Smelling like some road kill
Eat good at the truck stop
Think I'll always be poor
That's why I don't trust cops
I started out part of the parties out here in Austin
Now I'm 31 and putting some old ways inside a coffin
See the distance made me honest
Living King of The Hill providence
I got comfortable making my friends my accomplices
I had a couple goals but I just let my work get in the way
Bruh how's that work when what you wanna work on wasn't making bank?
I need to focus on my love, my beats, my green, my cheese, my play
It's not like this year's giving me much hope to see another day
We were driving stoned and clueless
Neighbors called twelve on the nuisance
Cause we had the bass up so high
That the rear view fucking useless
I wanna be self made
But the compass set on doofus
So I had to call my homies on the same shit
What's the movement
What's the movement, what's the play
Won't get caught a busta
Quick to make the tail slide
Feel like Chad Muska
Smelling like some road kill
Eat good at the truck stop
Think I'll always be poor
That's why I don't trust cops
It was draggin' slowly
Couple bucks in the wallet feelin' lonely
Wanted everyone to know me
Blurred lines from the real and the phony
Dollar wells hide face at the bar
Bum a cig left lighter in the car
On the way to the Honda
Ponder on ways to get hot like a sauna
But first intentions often slip through the cracks
Well...
My dreams never helped me relax
When I try to the get them fast
We were driving stoned and clueless
Neighbors called twelve on the nuisance
Cause we had the bass up so high
That the rear view fucking useless
I wanna be self made
But the compass set on doofus
So I had to call my homies on the same shit
What's the movement
What's the movement, what's the play
What's the movement, what's the play
What's the movement, what's the play
What's the movement, what's the play
What's the movement, what's the play
What's the movement, what's the play
What's the movement, what's the play
What's the movement, what's the play
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Writer(s): David Koloroutis
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