Backseat Drivers chords by 
The Grouch 
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Key: C major•
Verse 1
C
Any dumb bell can drive a car.
All you need to do is turn the key.
Gm
Bb
Okay.
C
I'm getting there.
Gm
Bb
Alright.
C
Eb
Gm
Slow down.
C
Eb
Gm
C
That's kinda tight.
Backseat drivers always got directions.
Bb
Don't you got your own car,
C
Listen, this is my mission, I'll turn when I want to,
stop when I need to
Bb
C
Nope, didn't ask you,
put on your jackets cause I'm riding with the
AC
Kill the rackets, you didn't make me,
Bb
I hack it independently
C
An d always get there and sit where I'm supposed to,
right behind the wheel
Cause the shit that I go through and don't feel when I roll with fools,
I don't need that
Bb
Feedbacks from fellas who say, tell us,
are we whack?
C
I never ask that,
I know how to fix a flat
Bb
C
Don't got the biggest jack, but I can get it lifted,
that's pure confidence
Not cockiness, common sense
Stop blockin' this
Bb
C
Mirror to see clearer
Look out the window
Bb
Take down some notes and then go
Eb
C
Get in your pinto and begin slow
Me, I already know so
Who you tellin'?
Bb
Fool, I got a navigation sys tem
in my melon I'm bellin'
C
So now you're analyzing and exercising
the back of my mind
Tellin' me which way I should go
But I don't know, so
how would you know?
It's this inner mind intertwining that
is relining everything that we do
Eb
But what do we do if we get
Bb
caught up as a type of crew?
C
Is it me or is it you?
If I don't listen to you
Then
I'ma just have to
listen to myself
Eb
There's a devil an d an
Bb
angel on each side of me
C
Like a trophy up on a shelf
Well maybe I should just keep on drivin',
stayin' alive and survivin', vibin' on this phone
and the track
Just because we in the carpool lane doesn't
grant you access to divin'
Don't complain from the backseat when
we ridin' in a diamond lane
Cruise control is set,
Eb
I'm pilotin' so ease your brain
Bb
C
The double lane is only trouble when more than one
wanna huddle and muddle out the muzzle
Bb
And how facts and which way I
C
should steer the shuttle, man
Idle chatter's like your bladder
on a road trip
Eb
Bb
You're bloated with pissy ideas,
C
learn to hold your lips like you're water
And that carries over in
life like an overpass
Bb
You on the outside looking
C
through my tinted glass
But acting like you're up under
the engine
Eb
My mechanics are fine too,
Bb
C
now my wallet is a one -seater
Suspension sturdy,
so shut that airbag trap of yours
Eb
Strap on your seatbelts
Bb
C
and lock your daughts
Let the wind blow in your face some,
Eb
take some time to re lax
Bb
C
This is my life, my rights and lefts
So hold your breath, hold on
Hold the book up to your face
and learn something
Bb
C
Or find yourself stranded on
immediate hitchhiking
Oh, my leather seats are
Eb
comfortable now
Bb
C
Alright then
Maybe I shouldn't think so much
Maybe I should touch the fact
The fact that cracked
the back of a chiropractor
My spinal is drifting, dripping
I don't know if I'm lifting high or
Maybe I should grab an amplifier
Eb
Bb
and yell as high as I can
C
But hibbity dot damn,
motherfuckers wanna tell me who
Eb
Which way, how, which way to go
C
But I don't know, I don't know
I had a good thing going
Somebody told me I wasn't knowing
Bb
I switched up, now look who I'm owing
C
Side tracked down the back
street getting jacked
Bb
I should've paid the toll because
C
the hookup was in fact
In fact, when I look up I got
a sense of where to go
Eb
I'm my own natural compass
Bb
with in tense flare and so
C
Look past the car in front of me,
then feel the road out
Eb
You tell me slow down to rubber
Bb
neck and congest the whole route
C
I hold out,
on hearing you out the next time
Bb
My re -mock age is just fine,
so when it's crunch time
C
Don't panic and make me nervous,
Bb
what's this look like?
Eb
Bb
C
A tax i cab ser vice, I already took flight
And I never tell the pilot how to fly
Eb
As long as the ride's safe,
Bb
I'm all up in the sky
C
My way, that's right
Bb
Or hit the highway jack,
C
and don't come back
It's the man fishing without
a hook
Eb
Getting took not knowing if he's
reading a book
Bb
It's intelligent, relevant,
but not the elephant
C
Stomping on the unforgettable
person I rehearse in
Eb
Just bursting in to this flow
Bb
C
Is it a flow or is it, what is it?
Let me do my thing, let you do your thing
Eb
I don't care if we bling bling
or sing or whatever you do
Bb
But let me go,
C
I got my own clue and it's in my mind
Eb
C
Eb
Bb
And that's how you can find my...
C
Eb
C
Eb
Bb
C
Eb
Bb
C
Eb
Bb
C
Gm
Eb
C
Eb
C
Em
Eb
C
Wait a minute, don't do that, why not?
God, I know how.
Well, it's not your car.
Okay, it's your car.
You turn the key.
You two boys shouldn't
play with a car.
Ah, there's nothing to it.
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