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