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any dumbell can drive a car, all you need to do is turn the key!Backseat drivers always got directionsDon't you got your own car, bro?Listen, this is my missionI turn when I want to, stop when I need tonope, didn't ask youPut on ya jackets cause I'm ridin' with the ACkill the racket, you didn't make meI hack it independentlyAnd always get there & I sit where I'm s'posed toright behind the wheel 'cause the shit that I go throughan' don't feel when I roll with foolsI don't need thatfeed-backs from fellas who say, "tell us, are we wack?"I never ask that, I know how to fix a flatDon't got the biggest jack But I can get a lift with thatPure confidence, not cockiness; commonsenseStop blocking this mirror to see clearerLook out the windowTake down some notes and then goGet in your Pinto and begin slowMe, I already know so who you tellin?Fool, I got a navigation system in my melonLetras de cancionesAnd now you're analyzing and excercisingthe back of my mind tellin me which way I should gobut I don't know, so how would you know?it's this kind of mind intertwiningthat is relining everything that we doso what do we do if we can be this type of crew?Is it me or is it you?If I don't listen to youThen I'm gonna stop listening to myself'Cause the devil is on the side of meLike a trophy upon the shelf grainOr maybe I should just keep on drivingStaying alive and survingVibin on this whole new trackJust because we in the carpool laneDoesn't grant you access to dive inDon't complain from the backseatWhen we ridin' in the diamond laneCruise-control is setI'm piloting so ease ya brainThe double lane is only troubleWhen warning ??? to huddle??muddle out the muzzle??Which way I should steer the shuttle, man?I don't shatter like your bladder on a road trip From Letras Mania