What Do I Know (feat. Illy & Bronco)

See, I'll never fall asleep at the wheel

Nah, nah, nah, nah

So you can never crush my dreams or ever change how I feel

I'm happier when on the road like a nomad

Only plan is just to get away like romance

And no man could program me or fall in the trap fee

Most of them are angry, that shit crazy

Like the taxis in New York

But when one door closes, I find a new door

And I can't carry your baggage in your Uber

If you were moving like you Medusa

Head full of venom and nuttier than a new god

It's hallejuah to ya

If you're happy to move backwards and do the moonwalk

It's hallejuah to ya

If all you're doing is crying and acting like a newborn (Cheer up, bruvs)

'Cause life is too short

You'll be caught up in a detour lead by defeatist people

Who don't follow their dreams but police yours (It's true)

They're always telling me to drive slow

So I hang my head out the window

It's way more fun when you got no plans to make plans

Turn goodbyes to hello, we might not have tomorrow

Yeah, yeah, yeah, heyo, Drapht, uh

Fuck, I know about drama, bro, I just mind my business (Yup)

Caught up in the orbit of it, the sky the limit (Sky the limit)

Staring in the atmosphere, a hundred mile a limit

Disordered traffic that an algorithm couldn't fit in

And brah, I been in the fast lane

Funny, I stopped waiting for the ride and the car came

It's lit as my past flames, word to my last name

No place for old ways, have you a bad dance

Water your garden 'fore you go on to the market

I'm wanting your digest, it's all in the margins

And all y'all yucks starstruck for whoever the hardest

Mean mugging for likes, me and Pauly speed past it (Ha-ha)

Hearts out to artists, we been done that

Show you where the hairpin turns, the speed bumps at

Ah, man, who am I kidding? They won't heed my facts

My bad

They're always telling me to drive slow

So I hang my head out the window

It's way more fun when you got no plans to make plans

Turn goodbyes to hello, we might not have tomorrow

What do I know?

What do I know?

Yo, what do I know about life on the high road? (Tell 'em, man)

Well, it's goodbye bro, if you ain't minding your business

'Cause I've travelled too far to listen to bitchin'

Fucking with my vibrations, spilling your sickness

And you can not sit on the back seat

Until you work at being happy and stop spilling the black tea

'Cause you're the type to act sweet

Leave me down a pitch-black backstreet

Zapping all my energy, tryna flatten my battery

The only thing that is guaranteed

The snake will still bite no matter the flattery

It's the only family I'd ride for

The rest turn a blind eye so much, they need a guide dog

My lord, I'm designed to speed through

Stop signs and roadblocks in order to feel you

Non-believers, we only see in the rear view (We do)

They're always telling me to drive slow

So I hang my head out the window

It's way more fun when you got no plans to make plans

Turn goodbyes to hello, we might not have tomorrow

What do I know? (Well, what do I know?)

What do I know? (Illy)

(Ten years on, still going on strong, baby)

What do I know? (Hell yeah)

(All the drama in the rear view)

(And all the good times feel ahead of us, feel ahead of us, yeah)

(Full speed, baby)

(No turning back)