[Verse 1: 4oto]
Impossible to make out the imposters
Impossibly impatient that's my monster
Well that's only one, when you see me having fun
Man I might be having fun, or maybe I'm on the run
Maybe that's the reason that I'm always in my Nikes
Or maybe I just want 'em to want to be just like me
Man I'm eighteen, yeah I think bout who dislikes me
I'm not about to be all "screw the haters you could fight me"
Im on the last lap in a race where
All these young attitudes just looking like a daycare
Still I'm out here yelling "please just play fair"
I can't stay here, I can't stay here
So I whip, hit maneuvers, take Lake Washington to Seward
Circle back, same drive but the feelings feeling newer
Multitasking in the whip yeah
Eyes on the road but my mind elsewhere
[Chorus: 4oto]
Moving, moving, scenery so old
Losing, losing, pieces of my soul
Cruising, cruising, with that cruise control
Losing pieces of my soul cruising with that cruise control
[Verse 2: 4oto]
Pick up where I left off
With you feeling left out
Might've made some wrong turns
Not taken the best route
But you know I enjoyed the ride
Why else would I even go and drive
The cruise control is dangerous far to easy to relax
Loving surroundings so much that you basically bought you home call that Remax
That's real estate, but it's not real to stay
A house is not a home if it makes you just stay in place
Complacency the real k**er
Cruise control the real filler
I could feel my soul loosing pieces
Every time I reach up on that wheel for the feature
That lets take my foot off the gas
Makes the moment last
But all of sudden you find you in last cause they pa**ed
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