SA - Slow Ride lyrics

(Hook) Cuz it's 3 am. I ain't got nowhere to be Set the cruise down to 33, lower my seat Slow riding through the night while the city is sleep Used to pray I could fly away (x2) (Verse 1) My gas at half. Couple miles I'll be down to a quarter 95 South til I hit the border It's the edge of the morning and I'm yawnin, Lawd What can I say, I'm beyond bored So I drive (uh) lookin for moves (uh) lookin for life (uh) A turnt night (uh) that's why I cruise My radio blasts Outkast from '97, slightly revving to the jazz Cuz I'm stuck in the past. And ooh lawdy My foot barely touches the gas. I move slowly on the overpa** And I muse. Question why me and my folk don't live in the sky But we under, living just for the city like Stevie Wonder Unofficially livin. Seem we simply existing Imagine coastin closer to bein free of this system That's darker than my windows tinted. My state of mind As I roll below the speed limit (Hook) (Verse 2) And I'm plottin on the world. My mind's in a whirl It's deep as James Earl as I Jones for girls Scoop my homies up and we ride out Gang of night owls on the hunt for trouble til it's light out Cuz the city is ours for the hour. I'm feelin Howard Dean With that sorta power. My seat's on power lean My team's on Sour D, my dreams on Kawasakis Pushin 3 milly, I'm stuntin and poppin wheelies Until the world feel me, I know I could never stop Simile for how I circle the block. Like that Hold my phone up and write raps, I make a right turn Almost rear-end a white 'Lac, but I swerve to avoid wreckage Now my boys reckon I can't drive Talkin bout I caught a contact high No clue what they talkin bout But the night's young, it's time to hit the Waffle house (Hook) (Verse 3) Know where I'm headed. Forget the GPS And you ain't gotta ask, just know he next You ain't heard my rhymes? Oh Lord, I got a whole hoard They call it conscious, but really I'm no-nonsense Cruisin down 85, glad I'm alive SA got his groove back and I'ma prove that With the lengthy catalog and much resolve Used to stress about little sh*t, what did that solve? Lookin back at my life, endured the perfect storm Now I'm transforming past the norm. Been through hell on Earth And I ain't goin back When my time is up and they put me in that hearse F*ck bein a statistic. Me, I'm just livin Regardless of the circumstances, I ain't never quittin And it's all work before I even think to play This is hard work. F*ck what they got to say (whaat?) (Hook)