Drive Thru

Yea
Welcome to high noon
Know what I'm sayin pulling up to that drive thru
Get you some food
Get something to eat
Yea
Look
Black aviators rims taller than skyscrapers
I just copped another dutch so i could smoke this now or later
Smooth nigga from the block eyes dilated
Neva took a hiatus listening to my latest
Air conditioned seats just enough for me to cool off
I smoke another L for them niggas that i cut off
I shed the bacon fat, she gon' have to straighten that
Pull up in this glass house the 808s shaking that
No bumper cars, trunk thumping hard
Pull up to the spot to the drive thru the doors ajar
The whole summer ours, this my repertoire
Popping wheelies down the strip they holding onto handle bars
Paradigm shift, rhymes to visualize with
Had to write it down cause i couldn't memorize it
Doing donuts in the parkin lot its mesmerizing
Life's a gamble but i couldn't jeopardize it
The food trucks pulling up, bout to get me a plate
Smoke this gas the blunt I'm bout to ash on this interstate
Champagne an some Rose' take the pain away
Bout to get a run in, lets do it this the great escape
Yea
This the great escape
Bout to get a run in, lets do it this the great escape
This the great escape
Yea



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Kausal
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