Chill Smith, Chris Rockwell - Watch The Curb Lyrics

Fake Chains what up
Left hand on the wheel
Leaning back cruising
Right on the shifter
Look at reflections
Glance at myself in the mirror
Watch out for potholes and police
I'm reminiscing
About the time I got arrested
Lot's of aggression
Threaten to send me out to Cuba
Hm Fucking loser
Hand on his gun paranoid he might decide to shoot it
So I'm staying in the slow lane homie
Clean record driving like I got cocaine on me
Made a right turn
Clear my mind from all of the clutter
Made a left turn
Another miss call from my Mother
She probably lonely
She living in that house by herself
Call from her son
Dam Chill that might help
Tank is low
Looking for a station in current location
Something to fill me up
Parked in a spot that was vacant
I needed 20 but I only had 10 in my wallet
Ah just found another 12 in my pocket
It's good to be alive
That's the real shit
No hopping on my vibe
Cause you kills it feel me
I'm going for a drive
Trying to heal shit
Watch out hitting them curbs
Curbs
Hit hitting them curbs curbs
It's good to be alive
That's the real shit
No hopping on my vibe
Cause you kills it feel me
I'm going for a drive
Trying to heal shit
Watch out hitting them curbs
Curbs
Hit hitting them curbs curbs
So we back on "F"
Feeling like I got success
Mash the gas and I reflect
Pretty like the bachelorette
First gear
Second gear
Third gear
Finding my stride
Weight in the trunk
Do I need this baggage inside or
Maybe someone sitting on the passenger side door
Rolling by myself deciding who I'm gone ride for
Green lights and stop signs
Good things and bad time
Mix signals flicker
Swerving like I'm sipping liquor
Which avenue I'm a take
How many times did I press the breaks
How many crashes did I miss
How much fuel did I waste
How much energy it take to be a man I'm fond of
Speedometer doesn't measure out running my problems
If there's a pedal for being better
I'll push it to the floor
Dodging the warning signs
And driving over my flaws
How do I stay insured
Trying to respect the law
Finding my destination
But GPS signal lost AH
It's good to be alive
That's the real shit
No hopping on my vibe
Cause you kills it feel me
I'm going for a drive
Trying to heal shit
Watch out hitting them curbs
Curbs
Hit hitting them curbs curbs
It's good to be alive
That's the real shit
No hopping on my vibe
Cause you kills it feel me
I'm going for a drive
Trying to heal shit
Watch out hitting them curbs
Curbs
Hit hitting them curbs curbs
Yeah
Joe Sap on the bass bitch
Ah uh ah uh
Rockwell on the hook there
Yeah ah uh
I said we pretty in this motherfucker
Pretty nigga in this motherfucker
What you say now
Let go

Fake Chains what up
Left hand on the wheel
Leaning back cruising
Right on the shifter
Look at reflections
Glance at myself in the mirror
Watch out for potholes and police
I'm reminiscing
About the time I got arrested
Lot's of aggression
Threaten to send me out to Cuba
Hm Fucking loser
Hand on his gun paranoid he might decide to shoot it
So I'm staying in the slow lane homie
Clean record driving like I got cocaine on me
Made a right turn
Clear my mind from all of the clutter
Made a left turn
Another miss call from my Mother
She probably lonely
She living in that house by herself
Call from her son
Dam Chill that might help
Tank is low
Looking for a station in current location
Something to fill me up
Parked in a spot that was vacant
I needed 20 but I only had 10 in my wallet
Ah just found another 12 in my pocket
It's good to be alive
That's the real shit
No hopping on my vibe
Cause you kills it feel me
I'm going for a drive
Trying to heal shit
Watch out hitting them curbs
Curbs
Hit hitting them curbs curbs
It's good to be alive
That's the real shit
No hopping on my vibe
Cause you kills it feel me
I'm going for a drive
Trying to heal shit
Watch out hitting them curbs
Curbs
Hit hitting them curbs curbs
So we back on "F"
Feeling like I got success
Mash the gas and I reflect
Pretty like the bachelorette
First gear
Second gear
Third gear
Finding my stride
Weight in the trunk
Do I need this baggage inside or
Maybe someone sitting on the passenger side door
Rolling by myself deciding who I'm gone ride for
Green lights and stop signs
Good things and bad time
Mix signals flicker
Swerving like I'm sipping liquor
Which avenue I'm a take
How many times did I press the breaks
How many crashes did I miss
How much fuel did I waste
How much energy it take to be a man I'm fond of
Speedometer doesn't measure out running my problems
If there's a pedal for being better
I'll push it to the floor
Dodging the warning signs
And driving over my flaws
How do I stay insured
Trying to respect the law
Finding my destination
But GPS signal lost AH
It's good to be alive
That's the real shit
No hopping on my vibe
Cause you kills it feel me
I'm going for a drive
Trying to heal shit
Watch out hitting them curbs
Curbs
Hit hitting them curbs curbs
It's good to be alive
That's the real shit
No hopping on my vibe
Cause you kills it feel me
I'm going for a drive
Trying to heal shit
Watch out hitting them curbs
Curbs
Hit hitting them curbs curbs
Yeah
Joe Sap on the bass bitch
Ah uh ah uh
Rockwell on the hook there
Yeah ah uh
I said we pretty in this motherfucker
Pretty nigga in this motherfucker
What you say now
Let go