401 Cruisin’

Dash glow, sun low

Seat leaned, time slow

Whole lane, mine though

(uh)

Cruisin’ in the Beemer on the 401

Signs flash blue, but we still not done

Three lanes open, I just pick my run

Whole day heavy, let it weigh on none

Left hand sittin’ at the top, light grip

Right hand dancin’ on the dial, my mix

Skyline hazy in the rearview drip

Text on read, I don’t need that fix (nah)

Gas tank full, but my heart half-empty

Still feel good when the road ride with me

Exit after exit, I skip ’em on purpose

If it ain’t peace, then it ain’t my service (yeah)

Cruisin’ in the BMW on the 401

Whole world tryna chase me, I just let it run

White lines rollin’ like I’m sittin’ on a drum

If it ain’t this calm, I don’t really want none

Cruisin’ in the BMW on the 401

Head clear, middle lane, I don’t gotta stunt

Slow lane, fast lane, I can hit either one

As long as I’m good, then I already won (already won)

Plates from home, but my mind out west

Voicemail full, I’ve been needin’ that rest

Day job callin’, I decline that stress

Boss in my ear, but the road say less

Sunset spill like paint on the hood

Things went bad, but I feel so good

Playlist loop, that familiar mood

Therapy built in the route I choose (yeah)

Service signs glow, I just breeze right past

Did it for the love, now they talk ’bout cash

All that noise get left in the back

Only thing loud is the tires on the track (skrrt)

Cruisin’ in the BMW on the 401

Whole world tryna chase me, I just let it run

White lines rollin’ like I’m sittin’ on a drum

If it ain’t this calm, I don’t really want none

Cruisin’ in the BMW on the 401

Head clear, middle lane, I don’t gotta stunt

Slow lane, fast lane, I can hit either one

As long as I’m good, then I already won (yeah)