Who The F*** Gave You A License? - Pop

[Intro] [Technical Flamenco Guitar] Another goddamn morning... Coffee ain't even kicked in yet... And y'all already testing me... [Verse 1] Alarm clock rang, now I'm back on the grind. Barely even conscious, coffee still behind. Sun coming up and I'm already stressed. Watching somebody merge like it's a written test. Come on... Pick a pedal, make a fucking choice. We ain't got all damn morning. Hear my inner voice. Been accelerating so long, I checked the calendar twice. By the time you hit forty, It'll already be night. You finally hit the speed limit. Now you're ready to fly. The second that I pass you, Suddenly you're qualifying. On-ramp's for acceleration. That ain't up for review. On-ramp's for zoom zoom. Now go zoom zoom. So we can ALL go zoom zoom. [Pre-Chorus] Every morning starts the same. Somebody treating roads like a game. Trying real hard to understand. How this was ever part of the plan. [Chorus] [Clean Sung Hook] Who the fuck gave you a license? Tell me how you passed that test. Twenty years behind the wheel, And every day I'm less impressed. Who the fuck gave you a license? I genuinely need to know. 'Cause half the shit I see out here Should've failed driver's ed years ago. [Flamenco Fill] [Verse 2] Phone in your hand, eyes pointed down. Drifting lane to lane through the edge of town. If the call's that important, Pull over and talk. Why's everybody gotta text While they drive and walk? Look at the road. Not the mountain view. Yeah it's beautiful. We've all seen it too. But the speed limit ain't a rough suggestion, friend. Pick a number near the sign and let's begin. Main character energy. World revolves around you. Everybody else is traffic. Nobody matters but you. Turn signal's sitting right there. Factory installed and everything. Yet somehow every lane change Still arrives like a surprise to me. [Pre-Chorus] Every morning starts the same. Somebody treating roads like a game. Trying real hard to understand. How this was ever part of the plan. [Chorus] [Clean Sung Hook] Who the fuck gave you a license? Tell me how you passed that test. Twenty years behind the wheel, And every day I'm less impressed. Who the fuck gave you a license? I genuinely need to know. 'Cause half the shit I see out here Should've failed driver's ed years ago. [Flamenco Solo] [Verse 3] [Rapid Technical Rap] Eight hours later and I'm heading back. Brain half fried from carrying slack. I've been solving problems all damn day. Keeping my cool and earning my pay. Now I'm behind a guy doing thirty-five. Looking at his phone like he's live-streaming his life. Red light. Still red. Yet somehow that means "go" inside your head. Stop sign. Not a suggestion. Yet every damn day becomes a new confession. Left lane camper. Rolling roadblock. Making everybody suffer while you admire the rocks. No signal. No mirrors. No situational awareness. Then you wonder why traffic's got everybody staring. I've had enough. Patience spent. Civilized mode is officially bent. [Breakdown] [Spoken] You know what really gets me? You spent sixty grand on that SUV. Bluetooth came with it. Use it. [Rap] Six-thousand-pound machine in your hands. Acting like the rest of us ain't got plans. Groceries in the back. Trying to get home. You driving like you're filming a reality show. [Chorus] [Biggest Chorus] Who the fuck gave you a license? Tell me how you passed that test. Twenty years behind the wheel, And every day I'm less impressed. Who the fuck gave you a license? I genuinely need to know. 'Cause half the shit I see out here Should've failed driver's ed years ago. Who the fuck gave you a license? Tell me what they failed to see. 'Cause every damn commute out here Feels like a survival documentary. [Outro] [Flamenco Guitar Only] You know what... Fine... Whatever... At least this jerk-off's finally turning... ... ... Motherfucker didn't use his turn signal. Who the fuck gave you a license? [End]