Switching Lanes
Pi'erre Bourne Lyrics
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Let me switch lanes (yeah), go a different pace (uh-huh)
Man, I'm on a plane (yeah), man, I can't complain (yo, Pi'erre)
First-class gang (yeah), too-much-money gang (uh-huh)
Bought a new chain (yeah), ignorant weights (yeah)
Ignorance is bliss (yeah), smile on my face (yeah)
Mama just pray (yeah), grandma just pray (yeah)
Grandma want a car (yeah), wanna switch lanes (uh-huh)
For my birthday I want more than you, babe (uh-huh)
Fuck you any day, make you scream my name (uh-huh)
I got déjà vu, do the same thing (uh-huh)
Man, I want some change, stack my loose change (uh-huh)
Like a piggy bank (uh-huh) but my money can't (woah)
Fit in like it's lame (uh-huh), got no fuckin' cake (woah)
Save no hoes today (woah), no, that is not okay (nope)
Man, you know the rules (woah), yeah, it's still the same (yeah)
Baby give me brain (yeah), baby go insane (yeah)
Let me switch lanes (yeah), go a different pace (uh-huh)
Man, I'm on a plane (yeah), man, I can't complain (yo, Pi'erre)
First-class gang (yeah), too-much-money gang (uh-huh)
Bought a new chain (yeah), ignorant weights (yeah)
Ignorance is bliss (yeah), smile on my face (yeah)
Mama just pray (yeah), grandma just pray (yeah)
Grandma want a car (yeah, huh), wanna switch lanes (uh-huh)
Ooh-ooh-ooh, 'bout to fuck on a model (slatt)
In the back with the gas (check it out, slatt)
Ooh-ooh-ooh (hol' up, bitch), you ain't even got it (yeah)
I'm with my slatt, hold up, and a Kel-Tec
Yo, Pi'erre, that's my slatt, hol' up
We get crazy, check them stats (what? Slatt)
See a young nigga got gats (slatt)
See a young nigga from the flat, yeah
Smokin' that gas (yeah), look at my pants
Smokin' that gas, put a bag on this, hol' on (fifty)
I'ma die lit, uh (yeah)
For the world I'm dyin' lit, uh (fifty, yeah, fifty)
Baby give me brain (yeah), baby go insane (yeah)
Let me switch lanes (yeah, what?), Go a different pace (uh-huh)
Man, I'm on a plane (yeah), man, I can't complain (yo, Pi'erre)
First-class gang (yeah), too-much-money gang (uh-huh)
Bought a new chain (yeah), ignorant weights (yeah)
Ignorance is bliss (yeah), smile on my face (yeah)
Mama just pray (yeah), grandma just pray (yeah)
Grandma want a car (yeah), wanna switch lanes (uh-huh)
The lyrics of Pi'erre Bourne's "Switching Lanes" is essentially about embracing the fast life and living it on one's own terms without any apologies. It is an ode to living extravagantly, with the rapper boasting about his lavish lifestyle by referencing first-class travel, expensive jewelry, and smoking premium gas. The opening line of the song where Pi'erre Bourne asks for his lover to give him brain is a reference to fellatio, a sexual act, indicating the pleasure he finds in his luxury lifestyle.
The song's hook "Let me switch lanes, go a different pace" suggests the rapper's need to switch things up in life and move away from what is conventional. The chorus provides insight into Pi'erre's family dynamics with him mentioning both his mother and grandmother praying for him. He makes a promise to his grandma, who wants a car, that he will switch lanes, meaning secure more money to fulfill his promise. It is uncertain what exactly Pi'erre means when he says "ignorance is bliss," but it can be taken that he is choosing to enjoy the moment rather than stressing over his life's uncertainties, which might include crime or death.
Overall, "Switching Lanes" expresses Pi'erre Bourne's carefree and extravagant ways in living life. From his close relationship with his fellow "slatt" to his family dynamics, he challenges societal inhibitions to pursue his goals without any apologies.
Line by Line Meaning
Baby give me brain (yeah), baby go insane (yeah)
I want you to give me oral sex, so good that it drives you crazy
Let me switch lanes (yeah), go a different pace (uh-huh)
I need to change up my everyday routine and try something new
Man, I'm on a plane (yeah), man, I can't complain (yo, Pi'erre)
I'm living the high life and can't find anything to complain about
First-class gang (yeah), too-much-money gang (uh-huh)
I'm in the group of people who can afford to travel first-class and have a lot of disposable income
Bought a new chain (yeah), ignorant weights (yeah)
I bought a new jewelry piece, one that is flashy and looks heavy but is actually lightweight
Ignorance is bliss (yeah), smile on my face (yeah)
I don't care about what's going on around me or in the world, so I can enjoy life and be happy
Mama just pray (yeah), grandma just pray (yeah)
I have people who care about me and pray for me to stay safe and healthy, such as my mom and grandma
Grandma want a car (yeah), wanna switch lanes (uh-huh)
Even though my grandma is getting old, she still wants to be able to switch up her life and try new things
For my birthday I want more than you, babe (uh-huh)
I need more than just a physical relationship with someone, especially on my birthday
Fuck you any day, make you scream my name (uh-huh)
I'm interested in having sexual encounters with anyone, anytime, and making them scream my name in pleasure
I got déjà vu, do the same thing (uh-huh)
I feel like I'm stuck in the same routine, always doing the same thing
Man, I want some change, stack my loose change (uh-huh)
I want something different and exciting to happen, but all I can do is save up my small amounts of money
Like a piggy bank (uh-huh) but my money can't (woah)
Even though I'm trying to save money, I'm still spending it on frivolous things that don't matter in the long run
No, that is not okay (nope), Man, you know the rules (woah), yeah, it's still the same (yeah)
There are certain things you just can't do in this lifestyle, and breaking the rules always ends up the same way
Ooh-ooh-ooh, 'bout to fuck on a model (slatt)
I'm getting ready to have sex with an extremely attractive person
In the back with the gas (check it out, slatt)
I'm smoking weed in the back of the car with my friends
You ain’t even got it (yeah), I'm with my slatt, hold up, and a Kel-Tec
You don't even know what you're talking about, I'm with my friends and a type of gun
We get crazy, check them stats (what? Slatt)
We're living a wild lifestyle, let's see the numbers and confirm our success
Smokin' that gas (yeah), look at my pants
I'm smoking high-quality weed and my pants are cool
Put a bag on this, hol' on (fifty)
Let's put some weed in a bag, give me a minute
I'ma die lit, uh (yeah)
I'm living a crazy, fast-paced lifestyle and will continue to do so until I die
For the world I'm dyin' lit (fifty, yeah, fifty)
From my point of view, I'm living the best life possible and everything else doesn't matter
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jordan Timothy Jenks, Jordan Terrell Carter
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