No Juice Records, No Juice Jem, No Juice Abhi - BRANDI

To my, to myself
Dreaming, reason
Nothing in function when you're not around
Street lights blurring
Moments be passing and I'm not around
But you know I'm trying this ain't what I want
Chills in the silence the next thing I'm gone
Moon light, your mind
Shining, I'm ridin' your high 'till the dawn
Been lookin' to get out for a while
Circle back for more, think it's vital
I've been looking forward to a sign, but
The road is little more than just a guidance
Crosswalk like a right lane, fumes off of the white paint
Fumes off with a fresh glaze, soft talk like lying
Lying to myself, I was lost
I've been driving
Through all the rain outside right now
Street lights blurring
Moments be passing and I'm not around
The worst part about driving is you can't drink while doing it
Told a friend in a language that I am not too fluent in
That a dome worth chasing is a dome worth losing if
Not getting it means losing yourself pursuing it
Most of the time when we drive it's so we get to a place
A destination, a goal, always some paper to chase
Most of the time when we drink, we're drinking to celebrate
But we should never celebrate when we are still on the way
(Put it in first and we take off)
While we are still on the way (Tire mark burning to close'll burn your face off)
While I am still in my lane (Clutch in revvin' it feeling like a chainsaw)
I put more juice in the tank (See you in the hills where we go to ease the pain off)
I take a sip with my homies that are still here today
I take a shot for the ones who couldn't make it or stay
I pour one out for the past and for the future pour a glass
And to remind us that these things happen fast, I keep a flask
I've been driving
Through all the rain outside right now
Street lights blurring
Moments be passing and I'm not around
Okay, Parks was parked outside of the new crib
First night he was there heard crash, woke up
Somebody drunk
Running on foot
Had to go out for a look
I just thank God he wasn't in it
I keep on praying for safe when we whippin'
Every how many minutes?
Someone say bye to their children
Too many innocent victims
It coulda been worse
If I'm lining up then I'm aiming for first
Burning away and leave you in the dirt

Written by:
Abhi Vemulapati, Jeremy Feng

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