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

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

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

I've said this before no matter how hard I try. I can't stop being bored while this world passes by. A resignation for me. These people, they just have no meaning. We've lost it all in hopeless dreaming. Well I've just lost my grip! Paint it black and

They cannot stop the craving for more blood!!! Attacking with no sign of remorse Nothing can stop this showing of force A virulent onslaught - rotten, decayed As they continue to feed on the corpse Here they come No chance of stopping them now Trudging

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

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

'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

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'