Lyrics:
away
Oh God, it seems so very far
And if life is just a highway, then the soul is just a car
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer
away
Oh God, it seems so very far
And if life is just a highway, then the soul is just a car
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer
I'm setting a record, You get it?
And get a sea of green lights
Gliding clear through
Vanilla-scented AF swinging from
The rear view
With my man Vince
I be the package
This be that driving music
Windows low, cruise with me
Music pumping, seat back
No seat belt but we strapped
And relaxed with
me, baby
Tell me right now
We can make that back seat to 'tel right now
Adjust the rear view, oh
That's the clear view
Girl, I hope you're ready
Hope
Pushing packages, penitentiary chances
All American like Spencer
Quarterback enhancements
Don't lie to my children
We was here before Columbus
Don't give no
the package store?
You know we out here like wolves searching for antelope
Lambs, and sheep, prey on weak
Don't you reach under your seat, I'll bust your
to forgive you
Speedin' the track
I see you through my rear-view
Turn to the mess
Walkin' like I can't hear you
That bitch fine, I'm fuckin' that bitch
Only
a package on the way, you know my whip game proper
You know my whip game proper, whip-whip game proper
You know my whip game proper, whip game proper (uh,
to ride on bucket seats and make a little time
I want to hear the engine roar and feel a bit sublime
That trademark damping system and indie rear suspension
I be
Outta town with this high price
Package
And I don't need no luggage
Bitch I'm thuggin
With make jacket
Make it happen
Outta town with this
the rear view mirrors cause it ain't no lookin' back
I'm goin' one deep, in the driver's seat
Throwin' the vegetarian book cause I'm ready for beef
I got
be in my rear view
Foot down on the pedal I'm so sorry I ain't near you
Talking all that shit from far away no I can't hear you
OG, rockstar, little
140k what the thing cost
Ima keep in pushing like Rick Ross
Twin bucket seats and it sit low
All black paint and it still glow
Whip so aggressive like
the keeper of the archives
I should have spoken
I should dared to open up
The packages I treasured
Never worth as much as what they cost
For weeks this seat
150K, I'm finna blow this shit on diamonds
Respect lil' youngin' hustle, but his package on consignment
Solitary confinement, due to lack of being
the baby when you say it motherfucker
Come on,
Ridin' in my wheel
Late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light
Cops in my rear view
But fuck
the sky when the sun goes down
Oh, drifting up and down that main street drag
Oh, baby wrote her name in it on the dash
Dust in the rear-view heading
Yes I’m smoking weed always pussy let's go
I’m ridin with that package so
I gotta stay strapped yes sir
I ain’t tryna catch that pack
So I gotta stay
harder
Feds in my rear-view move faster
Found a lowkey spot then we park up
Tryna get a kilo right after
Mad time when my Ps low
But now I got green
the Rear view
Im mad then a motherfucker
Bad red bone fuck her hard
Tear the seats up
Swerving through the backstreets
Hit em with the backstroke
Rims in
ridin' in her seat
Won't keep me warm tonight
God what am I suppose to do, yeah
There's still more than miles in my rear view
Yeah, more than miles
Yeah,
Ran in the trap then I ran out of love
I stay with them crackers
I stay with a club
Stay with the package
I stay with the plug
Stay with the ratchet
your smile in my passenger seat, a deceptive sight
It's a rear-view revelation, hindsight 20/20
The truth I missed when you were riding shotgun with me
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