Poetry In Motion - Kolley, Big K.R.I.T.

I never felt this felt this free until I hit the highway

Today could be the day them hoes going my way

The laws in the mirror as I’m sittin' sideways

The king in a chariot, horse that’ll carry it

Thoroughbred raw said she’s down for the cause

Sonic booming woofers knockin' bitches off your wall

I never felt this felt this free until I hit the highway

I never felt this felt this free until I hit the highway

Poetry in motion

I’m being swallowed by these city lights

Been in blocks while I’m sippin' on this dirty Sprite

You know I’m feeling like

Gettin' fresh and killin' life

84s on swangers to keep my pimpin' right

Plus my trunk bang like it’s start fights

Big block under the hood give me that face I like

Errything black no racing stripes

Digi dash with leather under my ass

Rubber bands on asphalt

Dropping this cash ho

At the stash house

One way in so I backed out

Got that mags out

If a nigga plays he’s ass out

My bottom chick my passenger she never back down

Hold another up

I need another cup

I’m addicted to this feeling on the highway, high as fuck

And I ain’t ever coming down from this

I might blow a whole pound of this

Picasso with this paint

Drop my top and lean tell spring that it can’t

Go on without me I need those clear skies

I ain’t smoked in a while but today let’s get high

Hydroplane plain janes never get to ride

Gotta be the A type shawty get yo face right

You could let your hair down you could sit that ass up

Long as I mash on the gas they won’t pass me

Time machine classic, watch those ashes

I could take you way back, off this 8 track

Bass flat never but we enjoy the treble

Sonically an oddity my trunk can shake forever

This is more than just a vehicle more like precious metal

Motherfuck some Twankies 22's are better

85 rollin' let the dust settle

Gone in a flash trynna do the dash

Everyday it’s a quest hustle finesse

Run the streets to my death never live in regret

Ridin' in my own lane smoking the best

It took a lot of sacrifices just to get me here

I seen a lot of open Bibles on my granny quilt

Her prayers must of made it cause I’m still here

In my rearview when I ride I can see it’s clear

Edgar Allan Poe how them words flip

Sit behind them curtains like the president

Ridin' through my hood on some player shit

Donatello in my drank yes I’m hood rich

All this mud in my cup got me stuck here

Makin' moves like a boss I take the scenic route

Quick judge get the paper then I’m in and out

Life in the fast lane I stay hidin' out

Grill in the wind and I ain’t coming down