Текст песни
Newt's in the back seat breathing loud as hell
Why do we even do this?
Why do we gotta be on the road at the same time
Why do we gotta go to work at the same time
Why do they gotta go to school at the same time
There's too many people on the road at the same time
At the same tiiiiime
Left the house in pajama pants and pent up rage
Crumbs on the dash and a yellow light on the fuel gauge
Waze said thirty minutes—liar's delight
Wish I was three blunts deep, not staring at an ocean
Brake lights
A minivan cut me off with a sticker that said "blessed"
If I had a rocket launcher, I wouldn't even stress
I should be home with my man, Newt on my lap
Not inhaling tailpipes and late-stage collapse
Why do we gotta be on the road at the same time
Why do we gotta suffer just to barely survive
Why can't I just vibe with some snacks and some wine
There's too many people on the road at the same time
I track wolves for a living
But this Honda Civic in lane three?
She's the real predator
I see her
I smell the cigarette smoke from here
My life's GPS says "reroute your soul"
But I gotta finish this report and not lose control
If one more dude tailgates me
With big truck tail pipe pollution
I swear I'm pulling over
And committing an execution
I'd rather be with my people, mid-boss fight
Someone yelling "heals" while Newt barks in delight
Couch blanket. Playstation. Edible haze
Not brake-check ballet in a freeway maze
Why do we gotta be on the road at the same time
Why do we gotta pretend that this is fine
I just wanna go home, smoke, and unwind
There's too many people
Too many people
Too many God Damned people
On the road
At the same tiiiiiime