Lyrics
Propel yourself in steel metal roll cage the real deal
55 mile per hour signs on the highway
for some the speed limit for some the speed minimum
kick the pedal to the base and feel the g’s against your face
get a gps if your senses lack direction (or)
let the bumps and stripes guide you to your destination
speeding through the lanes agenda empty but to roam
keep the tank full and you’ll always reach home
How many skies do you see in your stars
could we really be that far away from mars
It’s a fifteen minute drive from my world to yours
Feed me the lies but the truth is at large
What’s the point of driving in these rainy years
Windshield whipers make the glass clear
When the quick fix only works for a split second
You’ll be left to second guess em (but for now)
Excellerate internal with the gas explosion
Head whips back eternal like a roller coast-
Her down the road spirit at status quo
Press press presspress stop and sore
