Drive Home

Yo
Beneath the influence I'm kinda driving into it
Her hair was looking like the cloth I wipe my windows with
Plus he's louder than the pipe I blazer my indoor with
His momma started to question his friends and who he's chilling with
Ashing the cigarette the lady at the teller really mad about her life
Could've been a mother when she couldn't been a good wife
Now she's working double shifts all through the night
That's a taste of life
Where's that seat belt?
I feel i can't breed wealth
The car's reverberating
And all I hear is seashells
Brain is twisted
I might not speak well
I got no seats, well that is how we roll
How we not we in accord
Deliver it to your door
Delivering all these bars going home
Thinking about all his thoughts
In the midnight, yo
4am and I'm going to the mansion
Eyes bloodshot but I got my last package