Route 42 (feat. Danielle Fiers)

42 42 42 All white blades cruising sacred ground Leather with the shades mommy going down She got me spilling my liquor she think she about to drown Time to turn it up I love that speaker sound My supras all black with the gold sign Sunroof peering screaming the world mine Fast forward moves that cant be rewinded Clock wise, still racing against father time Still on route, what this game bout 8 cylinder pistons with the chrome snout Or so much rack talk, that you lose count I took a listen jotted notes just to keep account Focused and driven bound to be paramount I been on my way they stay on a different route Fish bowl keep it factory nix the tint Now it's on to the suite with the pillow mints Now I'm cruising, choosing which lane I'm going too (Going too) Well I'm floating, floating my way down route 42 42 42 42 42 Oh Oh 42 42 42 42