RainmanRapper - DRIVE

Don't you need some gas though
Stomp the pedal to the metal
Tried to be original
Quit the copy, pick the shackles
Aren't you glad that i know
How to battle in a raffle
Don't you even try hoes
Get the shawty let er sizzle
Grab the wheel I'm lettin' go
Convo's basic tittle tattle
Get's me goin' you chose
Playin' against the game of Scrabble
I could fathom
I could grapple
I can dabble on piano
I could saddle up horsepower
Let the snakes rattle
I can hit the gas though
Drivin' from an angry babble
Hikin' up the higher roads
On a daily they unravel
Stoopin' up a higher mountain
Buildin' a castle
Stomp the pedal to the metal
I escape and watch em haggle

Sacrifice, set the stance
Pay the price, second glance
Lookin' at that review mirror, no second chance
Magnify to enhance
All that scars, that advanced
Up to this point
Where i'm driven to a fact of life
Bees are makin' honey and the shit goes to flies
How can i be comparin' with the two of a kind
And I'm stuck in the drive an' stayin' in the lines yo
I'm gettin' sick and tired of all of the rules to obey
There's black in the white, right in the gray
White in the black, facts to obey
Stripes in the red white and blue are hittin' the graves

Don't you need some gas though
Stomp the pedal to the metal
Tried to be original
Quit the copy, pick the shackles
Aren't you glad that i know
How to battle in a raffle
Don't you even try hoes
Get the shawty let er sizzle
Grab the wheel I'm lettin' go
Convo's basic tittle tattle
Get's me goin' you chose
Playin' against the game of Scrabble
I could fathom
I could grapple
I can dabble on piano
I could saddle up horsepower
Let the snakes rattle
I can hit the gas though
Drivin' from an angry babble
Hikin' up the higher roads
On a daily they unravel
Stoopin' up a higher mountain
Buildin' a castle
Stomp the pedal to the metal
I escape and watch em haggle

The 50 shades of gray had a price to pay
In a nifty little way bound for escape
Now a thrifty little drift's makin' turns on the graves
Imma get that engine revvin'
Apocalyptic past the heavens, realistic in the sessions
Therapeutic no recessions, characteristics of the blessings
Got impressions I've detected
They are the confessions of the distorted expression
Smokin' on the asphalt, no chocks in the way
Chokin' up the default, all part of the game
Copin' in the black box in the back seat, no need
Forget-me-nots
Ridin' with gains

Written by:
Matthew Kennedy

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