Big K.R.I.T. - Poetry in Motion lyrics

[Hook: Big Krit] 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' b**hes 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 [Verse 1: Kolley] 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 k**in' 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 a** 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 n***a plays he's a** out My bottom chick my pa**enger she never back down Hold another up I need another cup I'm addicted to this feeling on the highway, high as f** And I ain't ever coming down from this I might blow a whole pound of this [Hook] [Verse 2: Big Krit] Pica**o 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 a** up Long as I mash on the gas they won't pa** me Time machine cla**ic, watch those ashes I could take you way back, off this 8 track Ba** 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 Motherf** some Twa*kies 22's are better 85 rollin' let the dust settle Gone in a flash trynna do the dash [Hook] [Verse 3: Kolley] Everyday it's a quest hustle finesse Run the streets to my d**h 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 sh** 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 [Hook]