Passenger’s Thoughts

[Verse 1]
As hop in this two door
We ride to the wheels fall off
You know, looking for hoes
It's amazing what these windows expose
In Chicago keep em close or we rob your auto
Thinking of ways to hit the lotto
Thinking of ways to fix tomorrow
My grandma said I ain't shit but sorrow
No pot to piss
No dish to borrow
So who to follow
Obama didn't come back
Ye didn't come back
Man where my gun at?
I need everything you got boy run that
Go and finesse with the hoes I got money
In the back of my mind I never done that
I Probably will with this lifestyle I'm funding
I gotta get it these kids ain't never called bum and
I'll be dammed if tomorrow is the day that I'll become that
I go to school in the burbs
Them girls out there steady be working my nerves
They always tryna swerve but it's hard to explain where you live
When you don't barely got a room that is yurs
But 87th and Loomis shit what you doing
We can kick it on the porch or something just to get in tune with
Each other
"Give me a second to ask my mother boo
She said naw that's where them niggas shoot"

[Bridge]
Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Up so far and shine so bright Will you grant my wish tonight?

(Verse2)
My only wish is that I live out what I say I will
My only mission is to get out what I say I feel
I only known your for a week or two I wanna fuck
Fuck the bullshit my honest is to keep it real
My city needed a human that's human being
Cause everybody me around like to pretend
Like they fucking drilling
Grew up nicest fucking village now they tryna make a killing y'all illing
What's the deal you a villain or a hipster
It's not mixture
My picture is not to depict ya
But show you how to fix ya
Attitude to get richer
Listen we all broke with ya nigga
Ride with the bros searching for hoes
Minds unclean the fiends lurking for blow
Off of Racine we ease stop at the store
Get some chips Oreos Arizona we bout to go
To this party
Let me text some of my hoes
Bro foward the addy
Party here come here I wanna see you badly
I know it's not healthy having all of them show but so It make make me happy
Got me feeling like Bill Bell
In the back of my mind I'm like for real Calez
How you gone manage?
Shit, I'm just tryna fuck on the one who the baddest And if she don't go shit the others one added
It's all part of the tactics
All under pressure in this traffic
Meanwhile thinking of this rap shit
Like how I'm gone see the jam and get past it
Seat back radio blasting imagine

[Bridge 2]
And if that wish got granted got dammit
I'mma do my damn thing on this planet to I vanish
Understand it I came from poverty and I was famished
The train was not giving me any transit
But I'll make it