[Hook]
Ain't shit to do out here, just smoke and drive
Smoke and drive, smoke and drive
Smoke and drive, smoke and drive
Smoke and drive
Ain't shit to do out here, just smoke and drive
Smoke and drive, smoke and drive
Smoke and drive, smoke and drive
Smoke and drive
Ain't shit to do out here, just smoke and drive

[Verse 1]
I can't live my life so righteous
I'm too caught up in that high shit
I can't tell if it's Monday or Tuesday or maybe Wednesday
'Cause everyday seem like the same day, like the same day
808's knock, knock, knock, shit, neighbors on the doors
(Shut the fuck up)
I'ma go cool off at the shore
Fuckboys tryna stay hot
But they don't know that's a job for the blame God
And my boys on their grind at the day job
Stay making that dough 'til the rain drops
Back road cruisin' with the high beams low
On the benzene
Bitch in the backseat just tryna blow steam
Like, what the fuck happened to our real dreams?
Like, what the fuck happened to our real dream?