Lyrics
I don’t need the fastest route I need the right one No detours, straight line pressure If it bends, I bend better No detours, pace stays measured I don’t rush it, I remember I don’t flinch at the map when it narrows the lane I been calm in the quiet, that’s where I was trained Every turn got a cost, I been counting the fee They been swerving for hype, I been sharpening me I don’t pivot for praise, I don’t stall for regret I don’t circle the block just to say I was next If the road tests patience, I pass it with breath I don’t ask for permission, I align No detours, straight line pressure If it bends, I bend better No detours, pace stays measured I don’t rush it, I remember Trip-wire thoughts, I step clean Break it down, then I move mean Triplets talk when the beat lean Silence loud, that’s the cue scene I don’t need every light green I don’t need them to get me If the path gets restrictive I get narrow and deadly Everybody wants momentum Few respect direction Speed without intention Is just motion wasting seconds I was tempted by skips, by the shine of the cheat But the long way built traction, put steel in my feet They confuse being busy with actually moved I been still when it mattered, that stillness improved I don’t chase every window that flashes my name I don’t fold when the shortcut promises fame I let discipline talk when the volume dips That’s the grip Straight lines don’t mean easy They mean honest They mean showing up Even when nobody’s watching I was built for endurance, not the clip that expires Not the spark that looks crazy then quietly dies I keep weight in my voice ‘cause it’s backed by the miles I don’t turn when they call, I align Every mile put proof in the breath I release Every step made the floor feel less under my feet I don’t rush the arrival, I live in the drive That’s the line No detours. Straight line. Still rolling the same.
Lyrics
I don’t need the fastest route I need the right one No detours, straight line pressure If it bends, I bend better No detours, pace stays measured I don’t rush it, I remember I don’t flinch at the map when it narrows the lane I been calm in the quiet, that’s where I was trained Every turn got a cost, I been counting the fee They been swerving for hype, I been sharpening me I don’t pivot for praise, I don’t stall for regret I don’t circle the block just to say I was next If the road tests patience, I pass it with breath I don’t ask for permission, I align No detours, straight line pressure If it bends, I bend better No detours, pace stays measured I don’t rush it, I remember Trip-wire thoughts, I step clean Break it down, then I move mean Triplets talk when the beat lean Silence loud, that’s the cue scene I don’t need every light green I don’t need them to get me If the path gets restrictive I get narrow and deadly Everybody wants momentum Few respect direction Speed without intention Is just motion wasting seconds I was tempted by skips, by the shine of the cheat But the long way built traction, put steel in my feet They confuse being busy with actually moved I been still when it mattered, that stillness improved I don’t chase every window that flashes my name I don’t fold when the shortcut promises fame I let discipline talk when the volume dips That’s the grip Straight lines don’t mean easy They mean honest They mean showing up Even when nobody’s watching I was built for endurance, not the clip that expires Not the spark that looks crazy then quietly dies I keep weight in my voice ‘cause it’s backed by the miles I don’t turn when they call, I align Every mile put proof in the breath I release Every step made the floor feel less under my feet I don’t rush the arrival, I live in the drive That’s the line No detours. Straight line. Still rolling the same.
