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lyrics
Drivin south for eight hours
Rain showers in my rear view
I hope you miss me when I’m gone
Sleepin on a farm (havin blue dreams)
Cruisin round with my moonroof cracked
Through Issaquah, Google Maps
I always call you when I’m lost
You say I only call you when I’m sauced
I’m on the I-5 in my mama’s Civic
Automatic, transmission
The fuzz on the radio, I see the state patrol
Got 50 pounds of dro (but I can’t blow it)
Whippin that G-ride through Mill Creek
180 on that E-break
And we lost all control
(Village Green Drive)
I was whippin that G-ride through May’s Pond
180, and the engine stalled
And we lost all control
(Village Green Drive)
That was the night that we fucked in the car
Up under the stars
Let the engine run, heaters off, windows cracked, put it in park
Just put it in (uh)
Let me come in. It’s feeling like firmament bustin apart
Just when it arc
When we hit it so deep it was as if I punctured your heart
Doesn’t it smart?
Spark ignition, start your engine, technician all under your hood, is it good?
I shouldn’t drive with this heart condition, plus I love how you grip on this wood
Our transmissions slippin, fluid drippin, trippin, what am I missin, the exit?
What are we listenin to, Endless? Reminescin bout our friendship
Soul connection, codependent copilot, go find it, don’t need no directions
Flyin through the intersections with someone as fine as you, did I finesse it?
Yellow turn all of that redness, bend over show me your entrance
I always come to the island, you don’t be comin to Prentice
But I won’t drive in Beijing, I got a Orca card
For that yellow line thirteen (thirteen!)
Call 'im Ish, 👑 of tripped-out hip-hop. With Erik 🅱️lood, they harness the idea of the 3-minute song as soundscape, and it's just stoned cold bliss. Grant
