Swerve

Fresh to death with no place to go So I hit my bro, the crews on the road Hit the streets, I'm on Melrose Tryna feel the vibe, drivin' slow Fresh to death with no place to go City lights illuminate my soul Hit the streets, I'm on Melrose Tryna feel the vibe, drivin' slow As I swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve Uh oh, uh oh As I swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve Uh oh, uh oh Wake up, wake up, wake up It ain't the first of the month, but my cake up Wearin' the Thom Browne's like it was Marc Jacobs Fashionably late to my own place, guess that's why I stay up Licks got back from Thailand, we bake up It's something like a ritual, prayin' on that Mary Rollin' by the three, Jason Terry Everything airy Oops, I meant irie Blame it on the yak if I don't say sorry Blame it on our past if the boy stop callin' I don't need nothin' but old girl and condoms Mama raised me right, but the streets were my life I don't like the club, baby Cruisin' be my vice Tryna get illuminated by the city lights Used to be a homebody, now I'm out here all night 'Cause you can't go back Have fun, bitch, I might, that's why I'm Fresh to death with no place to go So I hit my bro, the crews on the road Hit the streets, I'm on Melrose Tryna feel the vibe, drivin' slow Fresh to death with no place to go City lights illuminate my soul Hit the streets, I'm on Melrose Tryna feel the vibe, drivin' slow As I swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve Uh oh, uh oh As I swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve Uh oh, uh oh Stuck on the asphalt Ain't like my last fall Passionate smiles I call on to get me by Leather my insides up in my friend's ride This all I need to feel like I could touch the sky Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve Fresh to death with no place to go So I hit my bro, the crews on the road Hit the streets, I'm on Melrose Tryna feel the vibe, drivin' slow Fresh to death with no place to go City lights illuminate my soul Hit the streets, I'm on Melrose Tryna feel the vibe, drivin' slow As I swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve Uh oh, uh oh As I swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve Uh oh, uh oh