Текст песни
Hey man, you know
I'm really okay
The gun in my hand
Will tell you the same
But when I'm in my car
Don't give me no crap
'Cause the slightest thing and I just might snap it all
When I go driving, I stay in my lane
But getting cut off, it makes me insane
Open the glove box
Reach inside
Gonna wreck this fucker's ride
'Cause I got a bad habit
Of blowin' away (yeah, yeah)
I got a bad habit (yeah, yeah)
And it ain't goin' away (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, oh
They say the road's a dangerous place
If you flip me off, I'll get in your face
You drive on my ass
Your foot's on the gas
And your next breath is your last
'Cause I got a bad habit
Of blowin' away (yeah, yeah)
I got a bad habit (yeah, yeah)
And it ain't goin' away (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, oh
Drivers are rude
Such attitudes
When I show my piece
Complaints cease
Something's odd
Feel like I'm God
You stupid dumb-shit goddamn motherfucker!
I open the glove box
Reach inside
Gonna wreck this fucker's ride
'Cause I got a bad habit
Of blowin' away (yeah, yeah)
I got a bad habit (yeah, yeah)
And it ain't goin' away (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, oh