Lyrics
I mean I been got destroyed
Still make it work like
Wipe out in a sedan
Peel off on a dirt bike
And I know its leaking fluid
Got holes from the toro toro
Looking like a piece of coral
But it sounds like music passing through it
I'm a whistle on the highway
I'm a missile, I'm a drifter on the high plains
I'm the sum of my damage
Didn't do it right but did it to death dammit
I'm the sum of my errors
I never dropped knee to the terror
The same ones that that got me embarrassed are the same ones the brought me to Paris
Clock says quarter midnight
They'll prolly still be fighting over who's right when the nuke strikes
Got woke by the rumble strip and that's the crux of it
I'm not scared
I'm not scared
We'll get there
Don't be scared
We'll get there
Don't be scared
We'll get there in at least one piece
I bet we get there in at least one piece
In at least one piece
My little brother hanging upside down from the seatbelt
Send help
Motherfucker didn't even break
Don't even know who to blame
Retrieving my thoughts before they escape
They gone, okay
Sitting sideways
Sympathize with the with eyes on me when I fly by free
At a high speed, R.I.P.
Ain't it even about cars
On guard, on scene, at ease, alone
Bet death deal better hands
My dead mans got a better view of my bad plans
And bad wolf shit
Blow a house down rather than reside in it
Or hide in it
Blind in the dark with the blinds pulled tight and my mind gone
Full time con tryna fit with the law
Shaking like a goddamn dog
Out through the lawn, over the fence
Let go the thread, bring out your dead
Up on the shed, let go the lead
Get out your head, get out your head