Sup dude?

Sup, get in the car

Praises be by the grace of God

Little Nathan raised in a racing car

Underneath my seat is a mason jar

Full of weed that I raised in my neighbor’s yard

While I’m cruising around I let my music blare

Pedal to the metal, get it moving, yeah

You’re looking in my car like, “Who’s in there?”

I said, “Ooh my dear, I do declare”

Me, myself and hurricane Irene

Hitting VT like deers in high beams

Smash on the gas, take it up on a grass lawn

Having my fun now cause I know it don’t last long

"Let The Horns Blow", Dillon has been dope

I’m ‘bout to fill y’all in on some villainous info

I’ve got a brew in the cup holder, me and my kinfolk

Slug ‘em on backroads and chuck ‘em out windows

Yo, I called shotgun

My good friend Nate M is able to pop cans with his thumb

I wish that I could do it but I guess I’m just a punk

Fuck it, pop another one and turn the volume up

Cause we’re cruising ‘round in my car, it’s an ’08 Jetta

We’re cruising ‘round in Nate M’s car, it’s a silver Mazda

We’re cruising ‘round in TC’s truck, it’s a Chevy Silverado

We’re cruising ‘round in Ethan’s car, it’s a two thousand and six

Aww yeeuhhh- feel that

One hand on my lap, the other where the steering wheel at

Forreal jack, I think I need a meal or a snack

Cause we’ve been blazing and it ain’t often I’m weeded like that

And so we whip it out to Hartland, you already know

Gonna hit Mike’s for six packs, chicken tenders and jojos

I go slow when I’m stoned and fast when I’m buzzed

Unless I’m in the heart of town watching out for the fuzz

I know my limits and I know when to call it quits

I’ll arrive home alive, it’s survival of the fittest

I rise to the occasion and keep it in the lines

If I’m rolling with my guys then I’m fine- Why?

Cause we’re cruising ‘round in my car, it’s an ’08 Jetta

We’re cruising ‘round in Nate M’s car, it’s a silver Mazda

We’re cruising ‘round in TC’s truck, it’s a Chevy Silverado

We’re cruising ‘round in Ethan’s car, it’s a two thousand and six

Ford Focus, Ford Focus, Ford Focus, Ford Focus

Check it out, I said praises be by the grace of God

Little Nathan raised in a racing car

Underneath my seat is a mason jar

Full of weed that I raised in my neighbor’s yard

While I’m cruising around I let my music blare

Pedal to the metal, get it moving, yeah

You’re looking in my car like, “Who’s in there?”

I said, “Ooh my dear, I do declare, let’s cruise”

I said cruising ‘round in my car, it’s an ’08 Jetta

We’re cruising ‘round in Nate M’s car, it’s a silver Mazda

We’re cruising ‘round in TC’s truck, it’s a Chevy Silverado

We’re cruising ‘round in Ethan’s car, it’s a two thousand and six

Ford Focus, Ford Focus, Ford Focus, Ford Focus