Poetry in Motion

[Hook: Big Krit] I never felt this felt this free until I hit the highway Today could be the day them hoes going my way The laws in the mirror as I'm sittin' sideways The king in a chariot, horse that'll carry it Thoroughbred raw said she's down for the cause Sonic booming woofers knockin' bitches off your wall I never felt this felt this free until I hit the highway I never felt this felt this free until I hit the highway Poetry in motion [Verse 1: Kolley] I'm being swallowed by these city lights Been in blocks while I'm sippin' on this dirty Sprite You know I'm feeling like Gettin' fresh and killin' life 84s on swangers to keep my pimpin' right Plus my trunk bang like it's start fights Big block under the hood give me that face I like Errything black no racing stripes Digi dash with leather under my ass Rubber bands on asphalt Dropping this cash ho At the stash house One way in so I backed out Got that mags out If a nigga plays he's ass out My bottom chick my passenger she never back down Hold another up I need another cup I'm addicted to this feeling on the highway, high as fuck And I ain't ever coming down from this I might blow a whole pound of this [Hook] [Verse 2: Big Krit] Picasso with this paint Drop my top and lean tell spring that it can't Go on without me I need those clear skies I ain't smoked in a while but today let's get high Hydroplane plain janes never get to ride Gotta be the A type shawty get yo face right You could let your hair down you could sit that ass up Long as I mash on the gas they won't pass me Time machine classic, watch those ashes I could take you way back, off this 8 track Bass flat never but we enjoy the treble Sonically an oddity my trunk can shake forever This is more than just a vehicle more like precious metal Motherfuck some Twankies 22's are better 85 rollin' let the dust settle Gone in a flash trynna do the dash [Hook] [Verse 3: Kolley] Everyday it's a quest hustle finesse Run the streets to my death never live in regret Ridin' in my own lane smoking the best It took a lot of sacrifices just to get me here I seen a lot of open Bibles on my granny quilt Her prayers must of made it cause I'm still here In my rearview when I ride I can see it's clear Edgar Allan Poe how them words flip Sit behind them curtains like the president Ridin' through my hood on some player shit Donatello in my drank yes I'm hood rich All this mud in my cup got me stuck here Makin' moves like a boss I take the scenic route Quick judge get the paper then I'm in and out Life in the fast lane I stay hidin' out Grill in the wind and I ain't coming down [Hook]