Cruise Control

[Chorus]
On cruise control, still turnt (yeah)
Whole squad lookin' like the cover you burnt (skrrt skrrt)
You made us your favorite, that’s confirmed
I don’t try, I just live, then it turns to a verse (woah)
Couldn’t be stopped if you begged us to
Hit play one time, now they stuck on loop
On cruise control, we just slide right through
Lights, camera, action when we step in the room (hey!)
[Verse 1]
Ay Zenless, I been in my zone, unfazed
Phone blowin’ up, every track gets saved
Promoters in my texts, tryna lock my days
I just laugh, hit snooze, let the auto-play blaze
Cup half full and the tank on max
Whole life feel like a backstage pass
You was in the line tryna chase that chance
I was in the ride, seat back, let it happen so fast (yeah)
[Chorus]
On cruise control, still turnt (still turnt)
Whole squad lookin' like the cover you burnt (cover you burnt)
You made us your favorite, that’s confirmed
I don’t try, I just live, then it turns to a verse (turn to a verse)
Couldn’t be stopped if you begged us to
Hit play one time, now they stuck on loop
On cruise control, we just slide right through
Lights, camera, action when we step in the room
[Verse 2]
Never checked the map, still we right on track
Every city like a hometown, love come back
You was talkin’ ‘bout a limit, I don’t get that math
‘Cause the only thing I see slow down is the gas (skrrt)
We became what you play when you wake up
What you play when you late and you prayed up
Whole timeline stamped with the same tape up
Now they chant every line ‘fore the bass jump (woah)
[Chorus]
On cruise control, still turnt
Whole squad lookin' like the cover you burnt
You made us your favorite, that’s confirmed
I don’t try, I just live, then it turns to a verse
Couldn’t be stopped if you begged us to
Hit play one time, now they stuck on loop
On cruise control, we just slide right through
Lights, camera, action when we step in the room (lights, camera)
Lights, camera, action when we step in the room (yeah)

rap, Hard-hitting trap beat with deep sub and crisp hats; verses sit in a cocky, conversational pocket, ad-libs tucked wide. Hook explodes with stacked male vocals and octave doubles on the title line. Sparse melodic synth stabs in the verses; chorus opens up with airy pads and distorted bass swells for a triumphant, flexed-out feel.