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Cruise Control - Joey Bada$$

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Lookin' at my generation
Overdosed on blue pills, caught up in the Matrix
Gotta spread love though 'cause its a lot of hatred
Know it's a marathon and these mothafuckers racist
Everybody's dangerous, posing with a stainless
Just to be famous
It's like you gotta be brainless for real
Kids believing in things that ain't even real
They thought he was a gangster, they thought he'd never tell
Time will tell, it reveals and it heals, so I chill
Another day, another deal, made another mil'
But what do that mean, when these kids still gettin' killed
All for no reason, RIP my cousin Rell, yo I'm still grievin'
That's why I'm usually unavail' but what I need a call for help for?
Bitch, I put myself on, niggas behind bars ventin' to me on my cell phone
Hate it when they gotta leave the message at the dial tone
But they know I gotta do me if we gon' eat, so I proceed
To unleash the beast then decease the beats let me speak my peace
And if you reach I teach, I'm holding heat because I'm knowing the streets
I ain't proud about it but I wouldn't ride without it, ay
Push me to my limit, bet you see I'm bout it bout it
Can these niggas fuck with me? I highly doubt it
I'm mildly psychotic, hide a body in the truck
And still hit the hydraulics and probably forget about it
The flows is hypnotic, see through the trick knowledge
Never did college and I still raise scholars
Fuck tuition, you could buy my album for like eight dollars

Best money that you'll ever spend, I promise
Best money that you'll ever spend, I promise
Best money that you'll ever lend, I promise
Best money (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

This for my niggas sittin' on them big wheels
Mamis in them six inch heels
And to my haters who will never know how this shit feels
This shit get real, yo, uh
This for my niggas sittin' on them big wheels
And my mamis in them six inch heels
And to my haters who will never know how this shit feels
This shit get real, uh

Ancient teachings on the wall
Hop in the van, bust a cap then we off
Welcome to the upper echelon, stretch ya arm
I'm feelin' synonymous to Nastradamus
A moving monument, can't die anonymous
Just tryna make a name for myself, they fraudulent
Get blown out the water fuckin' with the conglomerate
Swimmin' mainstream like a hungry hip-hop-potamus, yeah
You ain't a great white guy, you just a great white lie
With great ties to what seems to be a great white guy
I got state wide eyes, one stay on the rise
While the other on the enterprise

This for my niggas sittin' on them big wheels
Mamis in them six inch heels
And to my haters who will never know how this shit feels
This shit get real, yo
This for my niggas sittin' on them big wheels
And my mamis in them six inch heels
And to my haters who will never know how this shit feels
This shit get real, uh

Then they say we crazy and delirious
Addicted to drugs, I'm just livin' it up
I put a limit on nun
Pour thoughts and let them run, drown in emotions
Swim in the outcome
They say problems is opportunities in disguise

And each day I learn, I'm just tryna get it by
Get high for that matter, never mind
Mind never mattered, neither or ever did time
Fuck clocks, let that shit unwind
Fuck rocket ships, I blast off in my mind
That don't cost a dime, I got unlimited rides
Rollercoast to coast between space and time, uh
What's the matter with this world that we livin' in
Full of fake snake headed niggas and the middlemen
Tryin' to plot against my dividends again
They'll believe in anything with a pyramid

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