Chuuwee - Navagation lyrics

Yo, straight out the gate
I had to find a way to navigate
The path to take
I wasn’t no one so I tried to mash the break
My tail light was broken though
A Camry hit the back of me
My back would break for it had
Not been that airbag to face
Back against the axle of the
Rear in the mirror
Talking to myself and Buddha
Looking for the devil’s advocate
I’m past awake
I’m more like running rabid off adrenaline
And bong bowls of hash to face
Really I’m just half awake

Touching on the wheel barely
Hit the gas and take a nap
Wake up and smack my face
I’m tryna make it back safe
Grab my phone and opened up my
Maps to try to navigate
I’m thinking bout the time I drove
And she wanted to masturbate me
It just so happens she just
Called me to congratulate me
Told me not to worry 'bout what
Other niggas had to say
Sell a smoke a blunt or two
A same for show I’m passin' 80
Guess I ain’t going fast enough
These niggas pass me crazy
Text me the address baby, hung up the phone
Shit I ain’t pinned here to mattress lately
Damn it’s been ages
I’ve been traveling and raping pages
Turn up the music last 80 mile drive
It’s all gravy like potatoes
Hit the gas station, check my Android copy
And page that ass waitin' into
The address the map’s taken
Hell along the load, man I’m mad impatient
Finna grab me a Arizona and some
Gas and get a snack maybe
Finally on the road and everything’s a go
Got music pumpin' loud and now
Bitch smoking hella dro
Drive in the speed limit
I’m duckin' dodging the po
Look like it started raining
My windshield wipers is a as broke
I’m tryna pay attention
The glass is fuckin' soaked
I started driving slow and fuck yolo
You never know
A heard a tier squeezing and the
Next thing that I know
I was spinning out of control when
I went flying off the road

Straight out the gate I had to
Find a way to navigate
The path to take I wasn’t always
Tryna get past the rain
My tail light was broken though
A Camry hit the back of me
My back would break for it had
Not been that airbag to face
Back against the axle of the
Rear in the mirror
Talking to myself and Buddha
Looking for the devil’s advocate
I’m past awake
I’m more like running rabid off adrenaline
I lost blood from glass scrapes so
Really I’m just half dead

Ah, hell nah dog can’t be
Yea man, everything’s all white up here
Fuck is goin' on? Fuck, you serious?
Damn navigation