Check my fever

Is it still red? Can I read ya?

Been laying in my bed spitting green up

It's growing from my hand

Ain't no green thumb

Check my fever

Is it still red? Can I read ya?

Been laying in my bed spitting green up

It's growing from my hand

Ain't no green thumb

Check my fever

Is it still red? Can I read ya?

Been laying in my bed spitting green up

It's growing from my hand

Ain't no green thumb

Brake check, brake check

Stepping off the gas

Pulling over quick

Sit on the curb

Sit on my ass

Fuck a spare tire

I'm feeling fucking tired

Leave me alone

I need to drive back to the past

My whip ain't no Delorean

My fit ain't Mandalorian

I do not have a code

I don't speak morse

Norse like Loki, Thor and

I'm the new king Midas

If gold referred detritus

My presence is a virus

Perhaps it caused the lockdown

I'm feeling locked down

In my own crown

But I ain't king

Just pulled a sword from stone that I found

It sure as hell ain't destiny

Never the best for me

I don't know ASL

So I just tell em that I'm thumbs down

I'm feeling run down

Like a ford from 1930 what now

Stay above ground

See I was trying for a bit

But now I can't breathe

Running out of

I can't breathe

Check my fever

Is it still red? Can I read ya?

Been laying in my bed spitting green up

It's growing from my hand

Ain't no green thumb

Check my fever

Is it still red? Can I read ya?

Been laying in my bed spitting green up

It's growing from my hand

Ain't no green thumb

Check my fever

Is it still red? Can I read ya?

Been laying in my bed spitting green up

It's growing from my hand

Ain't no green thumb

Check my fever

Is it still red? Can I read ya?

Been laying in my bed spitting green up

It's growing from my hand

Ain't no green thumb

Ain't never grown a tree

They always up and leave

They grass look really green

The other side look neat

But I'm a chicken

Why can't I cross the street?

The least that I could do

Is jump in front of someone's model three

But I know

That ain't the way to go

I got family

I got friends

I got the lord

My life's an open road

So I take three lefts, a right

And look what I behold

I hit a u-ie, turned my life around

I'm headed home

The windshield is bigger than the rearview mirror for a reason

The windshield is bigger than the rearview mirror for a reason

The windshield is bigger than the rearview mirror for a reason man

You gotta stay looking forward, you can't stay glued to the past

But you still gotta glance back every one in a while to keep yo mind straight

But at the same time

You got two more mirrors, one on your left and one on your right

Fuck those mirrors

Fuck the competition

Who cares who fast they going

You are not them

They are not you

You drive at your own speed

So what?

Customize yo shit man

Tinted windows to stay cool, sure

Big ass wheels to act tuff, sure

But you know what's better than all of that fake shit?

The shitty ass rundown beater car your momma gave you in 10th grade

Because that shit got character

No one else can ever recreate that character

That's you

So stop being a pussy and put that shit in fifth gear