Cruise Control

Follow 0 fans

Quizy Quiz

3:03

2 Views

 Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer

Give me something else to rap about
Cause this whole cocky attitude's kinda wearing out
But I'm not leaving any of the slightest doubt
In your mind, don't you worry cause in time
Ill show you how I can kill any route
Even though this whole rapping thing is as well is dying out
Starting to feel like something that I can do without
But everybody needs that somebody to talk shit out
And I ain't got no body, rap music is all I got
But I swear, I'm gone have it all one day
Look me in my fucking face
You think its a game well I ain't here to play
So I spent half a mill on my car so I had to go fast
Had me a chick with a fat ass, I had to hit it from the back
I'm on damage control, keeping it to the minimal
I love you baby, but you just don't fit my schedule
I'm driving a Chevrolet down the buffet line
That's a metaphor, for I don't give a f*ck who gets in my fucking way
My thought's are draining me
My demons haunting me
And now my perfect vision seems obscured
I'm walking down a broken path I know
But I know that I made it further than I should
My thought's are draining me
My demons haunting me
Nothing out here made of gold is good
At this point I'm moving on cruise control
Both feet on the dash living like I should
Give me something else to rap about
I'm done killing studio tracks while rapping out of my mamas house
No longer showing off cause they don't like a cocky mouth
Cause once there's someone who does it better, its not what they about
How Quizy doing?
Barely surviving
I was drinking earlier, now I'm driving
At an all time low but shit I'm fighting
The sun will shine again keeping my eyes on the horizon
But with a brain filled up with pain in every domain
A mind that can't seem to find peace am I going insane
A genius's mouth holding back a sharp tongue
A silent soul walking along this globe alone tryna win it all
With a face so worn out, it's easy to spot out the crowd
But I'm so bound to being crowned that I'm going for the next round
F*ck it, fists up
Throw your wrists up
I'm on the offense
Just to see what this game consists off
My thought's are draining me
My demons haunting me
And now my perfect vision seems obscured
I'm walking down a broken path I know
But I know that I made it further than I should
My thought's are draining me
My demons haunting me
Nothing out here made of gold is good
At this point I'm moving on cruise control
Both feet on the dash living like I should
My thought's are draining me
My demons haunting me
And now my perfect vision seems obscured
I'm walking down a broken path I know
But I know that I made it further than I should
My thought's are draining me
My demons haunting me
Nothing out here made of gold is good
At this point I'm moving on cruise control
Both feet on the dash living like I should

 The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com