any dumbell can drive a car, all you need to do is turn the key!      Backseat drivers always got directions   Don't you got your own car, bro?   Listen, this is my mission   I turn when I want to, stop when I need to   nope, didn't ask you   Put on ya jackets cause I'm ridin' with the AC   kill the racket, you didn't make me   I hack it independently   And always get there & I sit where I'm s'posed to   right behind the wheel 'cause the shit that I go through   an' don't feel when I roll with fools   I don't need that   feed-backs from fellas who say, "tell us, are we wack?"   I never ask that, I know how to fix a flat   Don't got the biggest jack    But I can get a lift with that   Pure confidence, not cockiness; commonsense   Stop blocking this mirror to see clearer   Look out the window   Take down some notes and then go   Get in your Pinto and begin slow   Me, I already know so who you tellin?   Fool, I got a navigation system in my melon      And now you're analyzing and excercising   the back of my mind tellin me which way I should go   but I don't know, so how would you know?   it's this kind of mind intertwining   that is relining everything that we do   so what do we do if we can be this type of crew?   Is it me or is it you?   If I don't listen to you   Then I'm gonna stop listening to myself   'Cause the devil is on the side of me   Like a trophy upon the shelf grain   Or maybe I should just keep on driving   Staying alive and surving   Vibin on this whole new track      Just because we in the carpool lane   Doesn't grant you access to dive in   Don't complain from the backseat   When we ridin' in the diamond lane   Cruise-control is set   I'm piloting so ease ya brain   The double lane is only trouble   When warning ??? to huddle   ??muddle out the muzzle??   Which way I should steer the shuttle, man?   I don't shatter like your bladder on a road trip