I'm hoping by the time y'all put this on, the roads are clear, man
Hoping there's no traffic
Just get lost in your thoughts and ride out to this one
Put the key in the ignition of my Bel air 57
Onlookers gazing, lost in the chrome restoration
Only 25 miles on the engine
White walls, had to keep it authentic
Young boys looking saying, that's some old shit
Mind too young to appreciate a classic
Too busy chasing that other 57
Maybe in the midst of things, they finally catch up
Cherry red chrome outter two-tone
50-50 trim, house the driver and passenger
If ever I were to offer, collapse the top, let the sun shine in
Ain't no amount shade, that can hide this grin
Bet you this right here
Would turn more heads than whatever you pull up in
That new shit is just for the moment
Little mama, don't worry, just slide up in
Feel the difference of when pride was put into work
Hear that engine
Yeah, that's how you flirt
No undercover, all my badges are shown
No tints, I want them to see
I ain't riding alone, don't make me regret it
It's rare when I'm in this, I offer companionship
They rubbernecking as we hit the highway
Where else but in our way
I know I made somebody's day
Death is risk for a snap of a camera phone
They can't keep their eyes on the road
I'm just cruising, chilling, and minding my own
I'm just cruising, chilling, and minding my own
