Feel my hand on the ride
Look to your side
Stare me in the mouth
When i talk sometimes
This truck, it likes me
It runs without keys
In the country
All the time
An idea kept me inside
I won’t go home tonight
You’re going through with it
If there is trouble i will run from it
All the time
My feet hang from a concrete wall
At the pool
Five feet away
The sun won’t hit you if you say
