Old Cutler Drive Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shout outs to my brother, Ben
You know what I'm saying
Let's go, let's ride

Mic's in my attic
Dead roaches on my floor
Gamblers and homeless addicts
Outside my door
Everyday we scramble
Try'na get that dose
Then we act like strangers
We all kinfolk
Yeah we all been bros
We all on that boat
And we all share one life vest, hope that shit floats
Hope that shit goes
Cause we on our own
And the sharks beneath wait for it to drop like dominoes
It don't matter I'm acclimated, maybe I'm jaded, hell I don't know
Maybe there ain't no saving this Devil's cadence from God no more
Just when they think you made it, that's when you feel like losing hope
Don't know I'm aimless
What's the point of fame if all I feel is broke
So fuck likes if I can't pay the lights when the shit that I write every day on my own
But I bet that you might turn it up anyway and dance the night away when I'm gone
Either way it's all destiny it's been taste tested for centuries
And when it gets the best of me I just ride

Old Cutler Drive
Old Cutler Drive
Old Cutler Drive
Old Cutler Drive

House on the water
Five-car garage
I still see addicts outside my yard
Everyday we scramble try'na write these songs
No I really don't gamble
I played my hand wrong
And I won't care long
If I don't get home
If I don't arrive at my destination, I'll find my soul
We all pay the toll
But I pray for more
And I know these streets'll wind until I end up back in my zone
It's obvious, just turn around, ask the audience
There's no finding this once the one way ticket's bought and I'm outta here
Not even that chamomile could calm down or stop just how I feel
And when it does, I just ride

Old Cutler Drive
Old Cutler Drive
Old Cutler Drive
Old Cutler Drive