Sitting in the driver seat
Bryson Tiller on repeat
Wishing you were next to me
But at the same time
Those windows down I'm feeling free
How much more blessed could I be
I just needed time to see that
What I got's enough for me
My ID say my eyes are beautiful
I'm so fine down to all my cuticles
Tighter than yoga pants on The Rock
My dream collabs don't sit at the top
Yeah it's unusual
That opinion's mutual
And my words aren't reusable
Cuz my life a high school musical
Sitting there with time to kill
Thinking 'bout what God should give me
Dreaming 'bout a record deal
As if that's what would make me happy
And I know that ain't true
I can't help but wonder
What life would be like if I toured next Summer
Sitting in the driver seat
Bryson Tiller on repeat
Wishing you were next to me
But at the same time
Those windows down I'm feeling free
How much more blessed could I be
I just needed time to see that
What I got's enough for me
I write in lowercase
I don't do caps
My outfits too loud
So I can't take a nap
I'll pay you upfront
Cause I don't like a tab
But I'll take a water cup
I don't have stacks
Less we talking bout pancakes
I'll get behind that
And I wish I could say I'll put Norman on maps
But Trae Young and Jordan already done that
Credit my charm to the gift of the gab
Right now what I'm doing? I do what I do
Making the music for you and for you
They all saying who killed that? Clue
I would say it's hot
But I'm just too cool
Nah that's a joke
Well kinda
My music is dope
Well mostly
You like it I hope
Well maybe
I'm improving slow
Well you outta know
Cuz right now I'm
Sitting in the driver seat
Bryson Tiller on repeat
Wishing you were next to me
But at the same time
Those windows down I'm feeling free
How much more blessed could I be
I just needed time to see that
What I got's enough for me