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

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

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'

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

That's just my signature move I can't help you! What you want? Get in line! Take a number! If you leave it up to me And then I'll break it up Shoot myself in the foot To make a point I can't prove Stop! Not my fault, not at all!

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

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

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

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

'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