Текст песни What Do I Know - Drapht, Illy

What Do I Know

See, I'll never fall asleep at the wheel
Nah nah nah nah nah nah
So you can never crush my dreams or ever change how I feel

I'm happier when on the road like a nomad
Only plan is just to get away like romance
And no man could program me or follow the drab people
Most of them are angry, that shit crazy
Like the taxis in New York
But when one door closes, I find a new door
And I can't carry your baggage in your Uber
If you were moving like you Medusa
Head full of venom and nuttier than a new

It's hallelujah to ya
If you're happy to move backwards and do the moonwalk
It's hallelujah to ya
If all you're doing is crying and acting like a newborn
'Cause life is too short
You'll be caught up in a detour lead by defeatist people
Who don't follow their dreams but police yours
(It's true)

They're always telling me to drive slow
So I hang my head out the window
It's way more fun when you got no plans to make plans
Turn goodbyes to hello, we might not have tomorrow

Yeah, yeah, yeah, heyo, Drapht, uh
Fuck, I know about drama, bro, I just mind my business
Caught up in the orbit of it, the sky the limit
Staring in the atmosphere to

it
Disordered traffic that an algorithm couldn't fit in
And brah, I been in the fast lane
Funny, I stopped waiting for the ride and the car came
It's lit as my past flames, word to my last name
No place for old ways, half of you

Water your garden 'fore you go on to the market
I'm

margins
And all your

starstruck for whoever the hardest
Mean mugging for

Hearts out to artists, we been done that
Show you where the

speed bumps at
Ah man, who am I kidding? They won't heed my facts
My bad

They're always telling me to drive slow
So I hang my head out the window
It's way more fun when you got no plans to make plans
Turn goodbyes to hello, we might not have tomorrow

What do I know?
What do I know?

Yo
What do I know about life on the high road?
Well, it's goodbye bro, if you ain't minding your business
'Cause I've travelled too far to listen to bitching
Fucking with my vibrations, spilling your sickness
And you can not sit on the back seat
Until you work at being happy and stop spilling the black tea
'Cause you're the type to act sweet
Leave me down a pitch-black backstreet, zapping all my energy
Tryna flatten my battery
The only thing that is guaranteed is the snake will still bite no matter the
flattery
It's the only family I ride for
The rest turn a blind eye so much, they need a guide dog
My lord, I'm designed to speed through stop signs and roadblocks in order to
feel you
Non-believers, we only see in the rear view
(We do)

They're always telling me to drive slow
So I hang my head out the window
It's way more fun when you got no plans to make plans
Turn goodbyes to hello, we might not have tomorrow

What do I know?
What do I know?
What do I know?
What do I know?