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letra de mr driver - nks (nz)

[part i]

[intro]
i’m on my a game
aotp like jj, the way i constantly change lanes
never wanna be stuck in the same place
when the sun’s so strong, the shade is my saving grace
i’m gonna have to find george clarke ‘cause my head’s in an amazing sp-ce

[chorus]
yo, mr driver, where we goin’?
but before you tell me, hit that ac, turn it on
play that song, the one i ain’t heard in how long?
(is it this one, señor?) mr driver, where we goin’?
but before you tеll me, i’ll just load my snacks and treats
i know i’ve packеd messy, but trust me the cuisine’s renowned though (it’s in the game)
i ain’t talking football, but we out in the field goalscoring
yo, mr driver, where we goin’?

[verse]
i’m chilling in the backseat (chilling in the backseat)
i’m sipping on some lassi (sipping on some gold)
i’ve got the bourbon handy (in case i need a nibble)
i’m living fast-paced like sir hadlee (richard)
(cooking) yo, i’m in the booth like baggy
heard me rap for the first time, they like “ooh, that ain’t shabby”
i write these bars to keep me motivated like sea shanties
so i’ll capitalise on opportunities, maybe name one abu dhabi
or i could name it doha, ayo, wait a sec, brother, hold up
feel like i gotta shout out my boys just for the culture
i love y’all, so trust me, i won’t be digging up dirt
but rest in peace to the fashion model’s basketball career
yeah but fair play, now you wanna be a doctor
but for now, can you keep that creatine away from lachlan
in the cut, but i ain’t on it like johready salted
i’m sipping on that lassi like i’m gally with the mocha
i’m riding the trac’ like payno tryna drift it
big up matty c, first guy to memorise my lyrics
adam’s got the calc cake day crown, watch the throne
we had our back and forth, but now pete and me are bros (brother)
y’already know, every day i’m tryna score
but certain things in life ain’t always in the hands of yours
look at what you can control, the rest will take care of its own
but i’m on my toes, ready for the intercept like oudes
[chorus]
yo, mr driver, where we goin’?
but before you tell me, hit that ac, turn it on
play that song, the one i ain’t heard in how long?
(surely this one, señor?) mr driver, where we goin’?
but before you tell me, i’ll just load my snacks and treats
i know i’ve packed messy, but trust me the cuisine’s renowned though
i ain’t talking football, but we out in the field showboating
yo, mr driver, where we goin’?

[interlude]
yeah i be asking, “where we goin’?”
but do i even really wanna know?
or maybe it’s already written in stone
and i’m just playing so i can hear ya say it

[part ii]

[intro]
señor feliz
are you comfortable back there?
all i need is the word, imma leave the driveway in dust
ya feel me

[verse]
the young boy’s chilling in the backseat
i got miss gps on go, i’ll do anything that she ask me
i just copped my full (yeah that’s right i copped that thingy)
she be looking fine like the bay, cool azure
cool azure like the sky, like the ay, like the…
the boy’s requesting songs, but he don’t know the names
i gotta tune the volume, so i can hear the bass
almost forgot the ac, imma turn it all the way up
once we pick up speed, i might roll the windows down
stick my hand out, catch the breeze
hear the humming of the wheels
hear the purr of the engine
the class is ‘22 but my vision’s two twenties, see
it’s the simple things in life which make me feel feliz
finding grains of success in the field farming wheat
but for now, i wish the young boy would hurry
‘cause i’m itching to leave this driveway in a flurry (go)
[refrain]
feliz dun got his lassi while i’m sipping on that what
i don’t know what’s in my cup, but it’s exquisite to my tongue
feliz dun got his lassi while i’m sipping on that what
why do i like to drive, it’s just a feeling which i love
feliz dun got his lassi while i’m sipping on that what
i don’t know what’s in my cup, but it’s exquisite to my tongue
feliz dun got his lassi while i’m sipping on that what
they call me mr driver, ‘cause i’m the pathfinder

[outro]
are you ready back there, señor?
please?
you need more biscuits, señor?
what are those then?
the sun won’t wait for you all day

- nks nz

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