Wonder what you’d feel when you were diving
Said you had no plan but you inspired me
Didn’t know you died your friends were lying
Pride pull up with anger backseat driving

Backseat driving
Backseat driving
Open up the door and let me dive in

Backseat driving
Backseat driving
Open up the door and let me dive in

Hold it like a gun
Tell everybody get down
Chuck it around
Flick of the wrist make it flare with a swish

Jeopardy bound
Move through the lane with no sound
You give me that look and we bounce
Run without turning around

I don’t hear your footsteps

Something is so fucking wrong
Why are you taking so long?

Do they know we’re crooks yet?

You are low key-er than me
I know this can’t be police

Bombing with a routine crew
It’s us and some cans of the lak
Frazetta, white and five New York caps
Run on up to the spot if they buff the wall back

Saw the real demon in you
Been meaning to say it out loud
I am not feeling too proud
I could’ve stopped this I mean it I need it all out

I don’t wanna know how no
I can barely even think about it
I can’t talk to you now no
There’s no air in here it’s too crowded

Four weeks went like that
New paint smell, New cartel
Running with the big boys now
No time for this fucking around
You can’t be found
Ey who are you?
Where he at?
How he do?
No way can this really be true
You gave up the can and then took your life too

I am just hearing this now
Already missed your damn funeral
Can’t keep these feelings down
Hit up the spots where our names used to rule

They broke down the bando they sold all the land and our handles are dust
They randomly thrust up apartments and drove out the varmints can’t handle my legacy crushed
Only a memory of the old neighbourhood fades into gutters, run into the muck
And people just stutter and fuck your name up every time I just try to get into this stuff

But I don’t really wanna see your friends
I know they mourning but they don’t approve of me this is the end
Written condolences never been sent

Scared I might forget
Memory’s a dream or a thought when it’s just you holding it
And if my brain change or arrange your face or distant place
Nothing is stopping it
Nothing is stopping it
Truth will be erased