[Intro: SCOTT — Spoken, Relaxed] Blue E92. Diesel rattling away like it owes somebody money. Fuel in it. Music up. Phone on fucking silent. That'll do. [Liquid D&B Beat Builds] [Verse 1: SCOTT] I ain't saying everything's suddenly fine, Still get twenty fucking thoughts at the exact same time, Still replay conversations from three weeks ago, Think of the perfect answer when there's nobody home. But I'm getting better. Not fixed. Not healed. Not some motivational dickhead pretending shit ain't real. Just better. Blue dash glowing while the streetlights pass, Couple old scars and a quarter tank of gas, Window cracked open, cold air in my face, For once I ain't desperate to get someplace. I'm just driving. [Pre-Chorus] And maybe that's enough tonight, No massive plan to put the whole world right, No war inside, No point to prove. Just four wheels and something good to move to. [Chorus: SCOTT — Melodic Rap] So I just keep driving, Blue BMW and the night's still shining, Life ain't perfect but fuck it, neither am I, Got a bit more road underneath these tyres. Just keep driving, Let the bassline roll while the sunrise is rising, Yesterday hurt but it stayed behind, Can't change that shit — So I drive. [Verse 2: SCOTT] I've fucked things up. Yeah. There's your headline. Said stupid shit at precisely the wrong time. Held onto things I should've let disappear, Turned tiny little worries into something severe. That's me. Overthink champion. World fucking title. Could turn "you alright?" into an existential cycle. But I'm learning when to leave shit alone, Learning every silence ain't something unknown, Learning love doesn't need twenty questions, And sometimes "I'm sorry" doesn't need an explanation. That's harder than it sounds. [Beat Opens — Atmospheric Pads] Lost people I still fucking talk to in my head, Got memories sitting in the passenger side instead, Some make me laugh, Some knock the wind from my chest, But carrying them forward might be doing my best. [Chorus: SCOTT] So I just keep driving, Blue BMW and the night's still shining, Life ain't perfect but fuck it, neither am I, Got a bit more road underneath these tyres. Just keep driving, Let the bassline roll while the sunrise is rising, Yesterday hurt but it stayed behind, Can't change that shit — So I drive. [Verse 3: SCOTT — Lighter] And fuck me, this car makes everything better, Till some warning light appears in shit weather. Then it's: "What's that noise?" "Was that there before?" Park up. Google it. Start worrying more. Typical Scott. But that's alright. I'm alive. People I love are alive. There's music loud enough to make the mirrors vibrate, And tonight I don't need to argue with fate. Got scars. Got baggage. Got stupid ideas. Got people worth keeping for another forty years. So I'm not chasing perfect anymore. Perfect's fucking boring. Give me messy. Give me honest. Give me morning. [Final Chorus — Bigger, Euphoric] JUST KEEP DRIVING, BLUE E92 AND THE WHOLE WORLD'S FLYING, LIFE AIN'T PERFECT BUT FUCK IT, THAT'S FINE, I'M STILL HERE AND THIS ROAD'S STILL MINE. JUST KEEP DRIVING, LET THE DRUMS ROLL ON WHILE THE SKY STARTS BRIGHTENING, CAN'T FIX YESTERDAY, DON'T NEED TO TONIGHT. ENGINE RUNNING. HEADLIGHTS ON. I'M ALRIGHT. [Outro: SCOTT — Spoken Over Fading D&B] Not amazing. Not terrible. Just... alright. And actually... that's pretty fucking good. [End]
