RANGA - Drive Lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah ugh
We finna drive
We gon' drive through from the beginning

Yeah
Little redhead boy he the villain
Stranger to the rest cause he got weird feelings
Outcast outlier out this world alien
Back of the class in space again huh
Nothing in his mind but always something in it
Pondering purpose with a prescription of interest
He a weird lil dude
Went home felt like a fool
Cried to Mumma he copped with the pain with some food
And some drawings mad artsy kid
Probably his only outlet to feel expression
Cause he ain't know why he act a bit different
Guess he was built for creative instinct
This kid hid away in the distant
Lift his spirit and he'll go the distance
Relied too much on others for instance
Picture of himself through other peoples lenses
Since birth we're told
Dream big and grow
You special don't fit the mold
Your value is gold but now you old
Do what your told
Get a real damn job and grow up
Cause you ain't special
Get back in line this a gold rush
Cmon now dude ain't you a bit old for this dream stuff?
Heard too many conversations go that way
Telling us as children that we're gonna be great
Hit a certain age and hit us with the switch-blade
Cause now we bleeding out doing jobs we don't f*ckin wanna do
Dreaming bout what we could do
Now now
Now I'm not saying 9 to 5 is bad
But it really only good for like a quarter maybe half
Of the people lost kids dream regal
Stuck in office
Thinking bout the days till the coffin yuh

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ugh yeah now if the shot uh
Now if the
If the shots not there we drive
Quick first step that's a blow blow by
If the shots not there we drive
Picking up the contact I'm getting to the line

Yeah the pushing the bending the hurting
The fearing then conquer
The soundtrack to the monsters
Surrounded by vultures
On the train the other day I met a man on my way home
Tired out ma zone
No cap wore a top hat
Deep olive coloured coat
Drinks by his side with no particular place to go
Demeanour of a traveller?
A lost soul?
He said he was fifty
Overheard the conversation and I joined swiftly
Hey man nice pants where'd you get those?
Covered in stitched on patches teared holes
I use to rodeo back up in the states
That was 20 years ago
Life clearly hadn't been kind
The man m-m-man had lost his mind
But who am I to judge a person based off his appearance
We're all riding the same train regardless of the difference
Job school home kids night out man listen
He kept on rambling how physically he felt
Old man sore joints he told us how he dealt
He said
Nothing works better than these cowboy trousers
Takes me back to my youth my days were louder
I had a dream it's gone now I found it
Lives through memories of possibilities
I'm content
Knowing what coulda been
I just wanna see tho just wanna see tho
He continued
If you got goals
If you got goals
Don't wait for motivation cause that shit will you get you old
Drive drive drive
He said that's the way to go!
The difference is that only one you control
Drive is waking up even if you don't want to
Drive is locking in even when they taunt you
Drive comes alive keep ya head to up sky
It's time my guy for you to learn to drive

If the shots not there we drive
Quick first step that's a blow blow by
If the shots not there we drive
Picking up the contact I'm getting to the line
If the shots not there we drive
Quick first step that's a blow blow by
If the shots not there we drive
Picking up the contact I'm getting to the line

We drive