You make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise I got my windows down and the radio, get your radio 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

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

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

They can't stop me now I spit on the streets in San Called the record and company man My enthusiasm filled the room I was young and I was keen With the devil in my stream As I hollowed at an old blues tune We can't sign your sign

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

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

You wouldn't know me If you saw me here You'll never know me by askin' how I been You'll never keep up that way Wake up at your front door no more That's what I say I'm changing day to day that's right Stop sign, stop sign

One day at a time smell the roses taste the wine That wheel keeps turning on and on, day and night No one survives ain't no use in cryin' One day at a time no stop signs or red lights What ain't dead is surely dyin' one day at a time Angels sing and

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