[Verse 1] Woke up late, sun already high, Phone full of bullshit—I scroll right by. Everybody’s mad, got something to prove, I got coffee, car keys, and a reason to move. Everybody’s pouring more gas on the flame, Then pointing at each other, looking for someone to blame. You can bitch all day, you can argue all night, I’ll be somewhere cruising with my head feeling right. Keys in the ignition, speakers come alive, Bass hits deep and I’m gone for a drive. Whatever had me pissed gets left in the dust, Turn the music up loud and let the speakers adjust. [Pre-Chorus] Turn it up, tune it out, Let ’em scream, let ’em shout. Got one little life and a limited fuck supply— So I’m keeping mine. [Chorus] Keep your drama, lick a pickle, bitch, I’m too busy vibing to give a shit. Windows down, bass up, let that motherfucker hit, If the day goes sideways, I just roll with it. **Keep your drama, lick a pickle, bitch, Keep feeding that fire—I ain’t touching that shit. Life’s too damn short to stay angry and pissed, So turn that shit up— lick a pickle, bitch. Yeah. That’s peaceful enough. [Verse 2] Used to let dumb shit get stuck in my brain, Running every little problem again and again. Now the bullshit knocks, I don’t answer the door, I got enough of my own—I don’t need any more. Some days suck, some people do too, Some wake up pissed with nothing better to do. Can’t fix stupid, can’t control what they say, But I can turn the bass up and drive the fuck away. No destination, just enjoying the ride, Streetlights rolling while the bullshit slides. Then the right song hits and I grin like a prick— Damn, being alive is some pretty cool shit. [Pre-Chorus] Turn it up, tune it out, Let ’em bitch, let ’em shout. They can keep all the anger they’re handing around— I got better fucking sounds. [Chorus] Keep your drama, lick a pickle, bitch, I’m too busy vibing to give a shit. Windows down, bass up, let that motherfucker hit, If the day goes sideways, I just roll with it. **Keep your drama, lick a pickle, bitch, Keep feeding that fire—I ain’t touching that shit. Life’s too damn short to stay angry and pissed, So turn that shit up— lick a pickle, bitch. [Bridge] I’m not enlightened, I ain’t found the truth. I just quit letting assholes fuck up my mood. No meditation, no spiritual trick— Sometimes inner peace sounds like— “Lick a pickle, bitch.” ...Namaste or some shit. [Final Chorus] Keep your drama, lick a pickle, bitch, I’m too busy living to give a shit. Windows down, bass up, let that motherfucker hit, Whole world’s fucked—still enjoying my trip. **Keep your drama, lick a pickle, bitch, You can stay all pissed—I ain’t joining that shit. Got one damn life, gonna make mine count, Bass turned up while I tune you out. Bad vibes? Drive by. Good song? Turn it high. Everybody losing their fucking minds? Cool. I’m just enjoying mine.
