Drive Thru
I don't wanna rush this drive
I got the fear I think I'm dead inside
She think the way I don't
I like the way we've grown
Oo, oo
I don't wanna fuck with the timing
I'm not the one ya'll with who down all night
I don't have the time for that
I don't have the mind for that
Maybe I'm drivin' too fast
Maybe I'm way too, use to, use to
I don't wanna face my, paint my
Maybe I'm way too patient
(Just face that shit, don't brush it off)
I'm way too drunk to play it off
I'm way too loud that's flower shit
God taught me about empowerment
I don't pop a pill to save me
That's New Testiments and payments
I'm just learning with experience
What's the problem with a mirror?
I don't have friends, only fam
Still in question from a few
I don't mention how it's handled
Still mishandle how it's viewed
Hit me up
(Hit me back)
I'm too busy for a talk
'Bout how this life is always rough
And how you always tryna cash
I don't believe you
Maybe I'm drivin' too fast
Maybe I'm way too, use to, use to
I don't wanna face my, paint my
Maybe I'm way too patient
(Fuck it)
Bag a pistol with a bible in need of my growth
I ain't the one, she do the most
I'm in love with the way that she move
(I know my mind in my current state)
Nature eventual hurricanes
Later perpetual earnin'
It's a little of this money I'm earnin'
I got the fear I think I'm dead inside
She think the way I don't
I like the way we've grown
Oo, oo
I don't wanna fuck with the timing
I'm not the one ya'll with who down all night
I don't have the time for that
I don't have the mind for that
Maybe I'm drivin' too fast
Maybe I'm way too, use to, use to
I don't wanna face my, paint my
Maybe I'm way too patient
(Just face that shit, don't brush it off)
I'm way too drunk to play it off
I'm way too loud that's flower shit
God taught me about empowerment
I don't pop a pill to save me
That's New Testiments and payments
I'm just learning with experience
What's the problem with a mirror?
I don't have friends, only fam
Still in question from a few
I don't mention how it's handled
Still mishandle how it's viewed
Hit me up
(Hit me back)
I'm too busy for a talk
'Bout how this life is always rough
And how you always tryna cash
I don't believe you
Maybe I'm drivin' too fast
Maybe I'm way too, use to, use to
I don't wanna face my, paint my
Maybe I'm way too patient
(Fuck it)
Bag a pistol with a bible in need of my growth
I ain't the one, she do the most
I'm in love with the way that she move
(I know my mind in my current state)
Nature eventual hurricanes
Later perpetual earnin'
It's a little of this money I'm earnin'
Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Valenzuela
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