Calling you up Just to keep crawling to your arms Goodness gracious I can't seem to stop I wanna hold you close I lost a signal and put you away Swore upon the sun I'd save you for a rainy day Loosened the noose then let go of the rope I know if it's

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow Since we've no place to go It doesn't show signs of stoppin' How I'll hate goin' out in the storm All the way home I'll be warm The fire is slowly dyin' And, my dear, we're still goodbyin' As long as you love me so

You make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise Down a back road blowin’ stop signs through the middle Every little farm town with you In this brand new Chevy with a lift kit It’d look a hell lot better with you up in it So baby you a song Yeah, when I

All I remember is sirens, Blue lights flashin' and drivin', Dirt lane passin' and flyin', Tearin' through the red lights, Blowin' through the stop signs. One curve away from dyin', Ringin' from the gun shots firin', I just remember her tan legs standin'

In Oakland, in Oakland Foot on the gas All the red lights And the stop signs I'm ready to go LA, it's ya girl, Yesi Ortiz Got some brand-new music I need y'all to turn it up and tell me what you think

Quarter million dollars all on my skin Tote this F&N like I got license Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin' Jump off the tightrope, I'm tryna dive in Yeah, cook that shit up Quay Ain't been in the studio for like three or four weeks

But your wheels just turn, down the road ahead If it hurts at all, you ain't showed it yet I keep lookin' for the slightest sign That you might miss, what you left behind I know there's nothin' stopping you now But I'd settle for a slowdown I'd settle

Stop talking in codes Let me know what's up I need a love to celebrate So baby, take it all the way Stop talking in codes, stop talking in codes Tell me black and white Why I'm here tonight I can't read the signs Can't do it no more

Why are we always stuck and running from The bullets? The bullets We gotta get away from here Just stop your crying We never learn, we been here before It's a sign of the times We got to get away We got to, we got to (away)

'Cause we owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band Gas lights blinking on our broke down van We're living on truck stop burgers and fries Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign Well who in the hell is gonna be pay these bills When one's drinking, one's