#carsthatpass #ctp #samc #2024 As they roll by, I wonder how & why, they’re ridin’ high, Do they grind, hustle daily just to touch the sky? Or have they trapped themselves in tracks, asking where they went wrong, In the mirror hoping they still belong? I’m laid back, slackin’, askin’, “Should I act?” Freedom feels real, but my stash lacks the cash, for the time i've put in this grind, Or is it fine to recline, leave the climb behind? Luck, is it real, or a dream to not need anything? Am I tryin’ hard not to feel, just so i can heal? should I fake the belief, that life will work itself out, or is hope, just a cloud, that rains doubt? I've worked hard, been thrown in the deep end, thought I saw the light, but No matter how I loved, they’d leave, outta sight. luck just a myth, or is it a trick we rely, To make sense of the grind, to keep tryin’ to fly? The past's fast, but no cash lasts in my grasp, And love’s just a glance, a dance that won’t last. but I keep on wishin’, fishin’ in the sea I can face facts that it’s just not meant to be but is this how its gona feel, with everybody, because of me? Luck, is it real, or a dream to not need anything? Am I tryin’ hard not to feel, just so i can heal? should I fake the belief, that life will work itself out, or is hope, just a cloud, that rains doubt? I sit in this mix, tryin’ to fix what’s broke, But maybe it’s a joke, and I’m trapped in smoke. I think as I take another toke on what wont take my mind off hope, but I’ll still, spin till the end, Tryin’ to pretend, that my path will mend. till then I'll just be, focusing on another hit from this weed stick, and vape pen