Key: C major
Verse 1
All you need to do is turn the key.
Gm
Bb
Okay.
Gm
Bb
Alright.
C
Eb
Gm
Slow down.
C
Eb
Gm
C
That's kinda tight.
Backseat drivers always got directions.
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,
C
And 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
are we whack?
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
Eb
C
Get in your pinto and begin slow
Me, I already know so
Who you tellin'?
in my melon I'm bellin'
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
If I don't listen to you
Then
I'ma just have to
listen to myself
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,
Bb
C
The double lane is only trouble when more than one
wanna huddle and muddle out the muzzle
Idle chatter's like your bladder
on a road trip
Eb
Bb
You're bloated with pissy ideas,
And that carries over in
life like an overpass
But acting like you're up under
the engine
Bb
C
now my wallet is a one -seater
Suspension sturdy,
so shut that airbag trap of yours
Bb
C
and lock your daughts
Let the wind blow in your face some,
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
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
motherfuckers wanna tell me who
I had a good thing going
Somebody told me I wasn't knowing
street getting jacked
In fact, when I look up I got
a sense of where to go
then feel the road out
on hearing you out the next time
so when it's crunch time
Eb
Bb
C
A taxi cab service, I already took flight
And I never tell the pilot how to fly
It's the man fishing without
a hook
reading a book
but not the elephant
person I rehearse in
Bb
C
Is it a flow or is it, what is it?
Let me do my thing, let you do your thing
or sing or whatever you do
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
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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