The title is a reference to Seinfeld, because I keep replaying one of the lyrics and it struck me as something he’d say to begin a monologue. Cars are a huge part of our culture. As a child, I loved them, constantly drawing them and wishing I had either a sweet sports car or a conversion van. When I got to the point in my life that I was driving, it became more a point of practicality than wish fulfillment. As with most material, there are pieces of my life interspersed within and the beat just rolls along perfectly. I almost named this track after one of the scare tactic films I watched in driver’s ed, but I’m holding onto those titles in the event a suitable and nameless song arises.
lyrics
I’ve got some talented eyeballs y’all, they earn wrinkles
Blinking the same time as most turn signals
Wait...you’re telling me that folks don’t use them?
It’s cool, go ahead and break those rules friend
They’re only there to get broken right?
Government, look at them, trying to provoke a fight
Sometimes, a flickering brake light’s the clue
So I’m following, yet providing plenty of room
It’s not that I don’t trust you, I don’t trust you
Defensive driving’s simply something I must do
I’ve got insurance, but I kind of dig the car I have
Sore necks and pain pills, I want no part of that
Wouldn’t mind a garage instead of a gravel pit to park in back
But it’s off the narrow roads so good at getting cars a scratch
My car’s got a game it plays to petrify
Tells me a tire is low, but it just won’t specify
I’m not superhuman zooming, I’ve just driving man
On some point A to point B, check the diagram
Plus your diaphragm cause you’re overenthused
Look we’ve all got to share these roads that we use
I’ll pull to the side to let oncoming traffic drive through
Then they act like I’m not there, like what did I do?
I guess my kindness got mistaken for invisible cloaks
So I may play chicken in my Prius like ‘nope’
You shall not pass, Kobe jersey on your hot trash
Wooden spoiler on your car chopped up in shop class
See tough actin’ in bubbly tint and blackeded rims
Cussed me out my 3 year old waved, what’s happening?
Now you’re feeling guilty cause I’ve got a little passenger
And you used some choice vocab when you had the nerve
You spun and zoomed your cool ride the other way
I’ll take your tire wear for an apology, so what they hey
You’re stressed, I’m chilling, you know, driving sons and such
Coming home from the splash pad, having fun, what’s up?
Look, I’m sorry that your job is wack
But don’t take it out on me that you spent it on that
I want to live to old an age, so donate your road rage
It goes great with flame decals on your motorhome, beige
And okay, if you want to ride my bumper just go ahead
I’ll just hit cruise control at the speed limit, no regrets
sweat got you soaking wet, stressed with some gasoline
Fort Wayne Fury, flash back to Master P
Miles per gallon seems like pretty simple math to me
I’ll hit the Waze app to find my way back from Abilene
What’s happening with people parking in the middle of the road?
Holding conversations, either pull aside or go
I mean, aren’t streets built for bikes and cars to roll on?
Unless you’re Kurt Russell broken down, then I am so wrong
And my apologies, I’d help push but I’ve got crutches man
If not, heed Luda’s advice, duck and scram
Broken rearview on my right hand side
7 years of bad backing up luck on my ride
Started following Juga-Naut upon hearing him break down life and rap relating to Kool G Rap on Crate808 and I've been a fan since. Wordplay, skill, the dope backdrops, what's not to love? Sankofa
supported by 6 fans who also own “Rappers in Cars”
Album of the year. In a fair and just world, they would be headlining festivals with this one. Big hooks. Vivid verses. Fingers-crossed, the instrumentals will get the vinyl treatment. Goodwill Hunter
