Creepin’ In The Beamer

Creepin’ in the Beamer, stuck in traffic

Left hand lean, right hand on the magic

Lane full of brake lights, mind on a mansion

Creepin’ in the Beamer, turned stress into passion

Sittin’ on leather, city movin’ like molasses

Gas light on, but I’m scrollin’ through my past wins

Boss call ringin’, I decline it, let it pass me

Bills in the glove box, dreams ridin’ in the backseat (yeah)

Finger on the wheel, drummin’ out another plan

Wipers keep time, little metronome of the jam

Girl blowin’ up my phone, say she tired of the wait

Told her, “Baby, I’m delayed, but I’m headed to the gates” (headed to the–)

Creepin’ in the Beamer, stuck in traffic

Left hand lean, right hand on the magic

Lane full of brake lights, mind on a mansion

Creepin’ in the Beamer, turned stress into passion

Blinker on, but they never let me over

Same way life act when you chasin’ for a closure

Four-door spaceship, parked between the doubt

But the tank still full of routes I could try out (woo)

Grind in my cup holder, hope in the console

Every red light is a chance for a convo

Talk to myself like, “You really ’bout to have it”

From sittin’ in traffic… to sittin’ in a palace

Creepin’ in the Beamer, stuck in traffic

Left hand lean, right hand on the magic

Lane full of brake lights, mind on a mansion

Creepin’ in the Beamer, turned stress into passion (yeah)