Chevy Woods, Mac Miller - The Drive lyrics
[Chevy Woods, Mac Miller - The Drive lyrics]
She say
(What?) , she don't need a nigga for nothin'
'Cause she got it, she got it
I ain't playin', girl, I ain't stuntin' (No)
I'm the pilot (yeah) , fly yeah, uh
Miss Individual, say you got it goin' on
'Cause you got it all your own
And you livin' all alone in your home
By yourself, no kids
Tinted out car, own bills, own rims
Yeah, so you don't owe them haters nothin'
Late-night weekends, you be heavy puffin'
So you never let 'em hit
You with the whoopty-woo
Flippin' through the channels
Stoppin' at Scooby-Doo gimme a chance
Girl you know that I could Taylor you (Uh)
I mean San Fran, burn her weed, doobie, ooh
(Haha) we get it on like a muhfucker
Land O'Lakes you know I
Had that straight butter
Miss Individual, you got it on your own
(Hey, hey)
You don't need them haters for nothin'
(yeah, nothin') tell 'em goodbye
(Bye) , tell 'em goodbye (Bye)
'Cause we in this action movie, we stuntin'
(yeah) pelican, fly
(yeah hey baby, let me say somethin' to you
Too) pelican, fly
(You know, haha) , pelican, fly, ah
This is after-hour music
Sittin' in my livin' room
Whisper in your ear
Tell you everything I'm finna do
Stop with the questions, ain't no interview
Love me for a while
Still smile when I'm kissin' you
In my Louis loafers
Start fuckin' when the movie over
How we use that sofa
I'm not a star, just a supernova
Who's lovin' you for you
'cause these stupid hoes trippin'
I was on my pimpin', never will I homer hoes
Shit, I ain't a Simpson, Miss Individual
It really fit you now
Pretty as you've ever been
Crushin' like a little child
Recordin' on the bus while it's drivin'
That's a mobile studio we gettin' high in
I'm in somethin' foreign every
Time I'm ridin' you could sit shotty if you
Let me touch your body, ma
Miss Individual (Haha) , you got it on
Your own (yeah, what up, chev?)
You don't need them haters for nothin'
(These hoes is trippin', man)
Tell 'em goodbye, tell 'em goodbye
(But that, she wit' it)
'Cause we in this action movie, we stuntin'
Pelican, fly
Pelican, fly (yeah) , pelican, fly, ah
Uh, even get money when I'm in my sleep (Uh)
With the cover on: now that's deep (Woo)
My own style, my flow unique
And her fragrance is the same
I don't need to speak (Shh)
Her name, cocaine remember I used to get it
Off the whole thangs (Haha)
She say her man pockets critical
Oh, you good, Miss Individual?
You say you get it on your own, huh? (Huh?)
Definition for that: lonesome (Haha)
She don't ever need me to loan some (Nah)
She don't ever call me like
"Can I hold some?" (What?)
'Cause she Miss Individual
Her pockets never bein' critical (Uh)
So she ain't fuckin with no broke man
And my pockets on python: holdin'
Miss Individual, you got it on your own
You don't need them haters for nothin'
(What you tell 'em?)
Tell 'em goodbye, tell 'em goodbye (yeah)
'Cause we
(We) , in this action movie, we stuntin'
Pelican, fly (Fly)
Pelican, fly, pelican, fly, ah
You know what it is, baby
I just wanna say one thing:
We doin' a dollar and four dimes in my car
That's a buck forty
If you can't do the math
You gotta get the fuck out woot
That ain't the police, neither yeah
Ah, man
(What?) , she don't need a nigga for nothin'
'Cause she got it, she got it
I ain't playin', girl, I ain't stuntin' (No)
I'm the pilot (yeah) , fly yeah, uh
Miss Individual, say you got it goin' on
'Cause you got it all your own
And you livin' all alone in your home
By yourself, no kids
Tinted out car, own bills, own rims
Yeah, so you don't owe them haters nothin'
Late-night weekends, you be heavy puffin'
So you never let 'em hit
You with the whoopty-woo
Flippin' through the channels
Stoppin' at Scooby-Doo gimme a chance
Girl you know that I could Taylor you (Uh)
I mean San Fran, burn her weed, doobie, ooh
(Haha) we get it on like a muhfucker
Land O'Lakes you know I
Had that straight butter
Miss Individual, you got it on your own
(Hey, hey)
You don't need them haters for nothin'
(yeah, nothin') tell 'em goodbye
(Bye) , tell 'em goodbye (Bye)
'Cause we in this action movie, we stuntin'
(yeah) pelican, fly
(yeah hey baby, let me say somethin' to you
Too) pelican, fly
(You know, haha) , pelican, fly, ah
This is after-hour music
Sittin' in my livin' room
Whisper in your ear
Tell you everything I'm finna do
Stop with the questions, ain't no interview
Love me for a while
Still smile when I'm kissin' you
In my Louis loafers
Start fuckin' when the movie over
How we use that sofa
I'm not a star, just a supernova
Who's lovin' you for you
'cause these stupid hoes trippin'
I was on my pimpin', never will I homer hoes
Shit, I ain't a Simpson, Miss Individual
It really fit you now
Pretty as you've ever been
Crushin' like a little child
Recordin' on the bus while it's drivin'
That's a mobile studio we gettin' high in
I'm in somethin' foreign every
Time I'm ridin' you could sit shotty if you
Let me touch your body, ma
Miss Individual (Haha) , you got it on
Your own (yeah, what up, chev?)
You don't need them haters for nothin'
(These hoes is trippin', man)
Tell 'em goodbye, tell 'em goodbye
(But that, she wit' it)
'Cause we in this action movie, we stuntin'
Pelican, fly
Pelican, fly (yeah) , pelican, fly, ah
Uh, even get money when I'm in my sleep (Uh)
With the cover on: now that's deep (Woo)
My own style, my flow unique
And her fragrance is the same
I don't need to speak (Shh)
Her name, cocaine remember I used to get it
Off the whole thangs (Haha)
She say her man pockets critical
Oh, you good, Miss Individual?
You say you get it on your own, huh? (Huh?)
Definition for that: lonesome (Haha)
She don't ever need me to loan some (Nah)
She don't ever call me like
"Can I hold some?" (What?)
'Cause she Miss Individual
Her pockets never bein' critical (Uh)
So she ain't fuckin with no broke man
And my pockets on python: holdin'
Miss Individual, you got it on your own
You don't need them haters for nothin'
(What you tell 'em?)
Tell 'em goodbye, tell 'em goodbye (yeah)
'Cause we
(We) , in this action movie, we stuntin'
Pelican, fly (Fly)
Pelican, fly, pelican, fly, ah
You know what it is, baby
I just wanna say one thing:
We doin' a dollar and four dimes in my car
That's a buck forty
If you can't do the math
You gotta get the fuck out woot
That ain't the police, neither yeah
Ah, man