A restless Atlanta drive with the top down, ignoring doctors and deputies.
The phrase "Deputy out to get me" hangs over the whole float.
It's not just about driving fast; there's a watchful presence in the rearview.
A restless Atlanta drive with the top down, ignoring doctors and deputies.
A restless Atlanta drive with the top down, ignoring doctors and deputies.
The phrase "Deputy out to get me" hangs over the whole float.
It's not just about driving fast; there's a watchful presence in the rearview.
A restless Atlanta drive with the top down, ignoring doctors and deputies.
"Pinky toe yellow, foot on the pedal"
The phrase "Deputy out to get me" hangs over the whole float. It's not just about driving fast; there's a watchful presence in the rearview. That tension gives the cruising a sharper edge.
It's such a vivid, odd detail. You can picture the exact posture in the car, one specific foot ready to go. It grounds all the floating in a physical moment.
The way "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" trails off after each line in the chorus gives it a drifting, hypnotic feel. It sounds like someone lost in their own momentum.
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Doctor told me I should rest
But I ain't gon' never ever quit
I like girls with pretty feet, yeah
And jeans that'll never ever fit, yeah, yeah, yeah
Top down (yeah)
And I'm floatin' through the city, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch out (on the run)
Deputy out to get me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Top down (top down)
And I'm floatin' through the city, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch out (on the run)
Deputy out to get me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Most that shit y'all talkin' bout
Ain't really talkin' 'bout nothin' (no)
Say you 25 when you really 32
Baby goin' in, go and stop frontin' (woah)
Bottle in the club cost a stack
You ain't even got nine hundred (oh)
Ben-10 with the bustdown
Different ring got my whole damn leg
Got my whole damn leg
I dare you, put it together
On that white just like othello
I don't check emails, better be textin'
Cc me if you're talking reckless
Pinky toe yellow, foot on the pedal
My bitch a speed devil
That's vroom, vroom, vroom, skrrt
They won't catch us never
Beyoncé, my halo
My angel, my devil
My shooters come through with the doot, doot, doot, doot
Man, I'm tellin' you
I got the heart of a dragon
I'm livin' like I imagined
World is mine, no askin'
The world is mine, I'm stabbin', stabbin' now
Top down (yeah)
And I'm floatin' through the city, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch out (on the run)
Deputy out to get me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Top down (top down)
And I'm floatin' through the city, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch out (on the run)
Deputy out to get me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't waste time on the phone like that
And I stay leavin' texts on read
I had, the minute I'm home, I ran into a fling
But I can't really call her my ex
She said: I see you, I know you been workin', lil' daddy
You look like you gettin' to the check
I know you focused on work
But I can't help but notice you can't talk about nothin' else
What about you?
How's your mental? How do you cope with what you been through?
How's your tempo?
Who in your life are you really close to?
I was like, damn, space left blank
Plenty of fish in the sea, but nobody fuck with a shark in the tank
Peddle my mind later, washin' the whip
See my reflection, it's all in the paint
Laid back top, bumping that frank ocean, crack rock
When I pull up, ridin' with a pack rat, don't get caught
Been through it all, I'm no stranger to loss
R.I.P. Richard, Olivia, Charles
If nothin' else, I'ma do it for y'all
I don't rap, I just say what's on my heart
Top down (yeah)
And I'm floatin' through the city, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch out (on the run)
Deputy out to get me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Top down (top down)
And I'm floatin' through the city, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch out (on the run)
Deputy out to get me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Said I've been drinkin'
And I've been smokin'
And shawty, I'm flying' down 285, but I'm so focused
Said I've been drinkin'
And I've been smokin'
And baby, I'm flying' down 285, but I'm so focused
A restless Atlanta drive with the top down, ignoring doctors and deputies. The phrase "Deputy out to get me" hangs over the whole float. It's not just about driving fast; there's a watchful presence in the rearview.
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