Swerve Songtext
von Brasstracks

Fresh to death with no place to go
So I hit my bro to cruise on the road
Hit the streets, I′m on Melrose
Tryna feel the vibe, driving slow
Fresh to death with no place to go
City lights illuminate my soul
Hit the streets, I'm on Melrose
Tryna feel the vibe, driving slow
As I swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Uh oh, uh oh
As I swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Uh oh, uh oh


Wake up, wake up, wake up
It ain′t the first of the month but my cake up
Wearing them Thom Browne's like it was Marc Jacobs
Fashionably late to my own place, guess that's why I stay up
Licks got back from Thailand, we bake up
It′s something like a ritual, praying on that Mary
Rolling by the three, Jason Terry
Everything airy, oops I meant irie
Blame it on the yak if I don′t say sorry
Blame it on our past if the boy stop calling
I don't need nothing but old girl and condoms
Mama raised me right but the streets were my life
I don′t like the club baby, cruising be my vice
Tryna get illuminated by the city lights
Used to be a homebody now I'm out here all night
′Cause you can't go back, have fun bitch, I might
That′s why I'm

Fresh to death with no place to go
So I hit my bro to cruise on the road
Hit the streets, I'm on Melrose
Tryna feel the vibe, driving slow
Fresh to death with no place to go
City lights illuminate my soul
Hit the streets, I′m on Melrose
Tryna feel the vibe, driving slow
As I swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Uh oh, uh oh
As I swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Uh oh, uh oh

Stuck on the asphalt ain′t like my last fault
Passionate smiles I call on to get me by
Leather my insides up in my friend's ride
This all I need to feel like I could touch the sky


Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve

Fresh to death with no place to go
So I hit my bro to cruise on the road
Hit the streets, I′m on Melrose
Tryna feel the vibe, driving slow
Fresh to death with no place to go
City lights illuminate my soul
Hit the streets, I'm on Melrose
Tryna feel the vibe, driving slow
As I swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Uh oh, uh oh
As I swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Uh oh, uh oh