I’m flying high on down the road

the sun is beating me and I’m losing all control

My hands gripped tight behind the wheel

Praying to false Gods so they’ll be merciful

 

I’m going deaf, I didn’t hear you officer am I under arrest?

I’m going blind, I cannot see what’s inside, I assure you it sure isn’t mine.

I put my pedal to the floor and

 

I’m flying high on down the road

the sun is beating me and I’m losing all control

My hands gripped tight behind the wheel

Praying to false Gods so they’ll be merciful

 

 I’m going dumb, had to run when the officer reached down and took out his gun

He’s on my tail, don’t know if I’m gonna survive or I’m going to jail

 

Can’t catch me

Won’t catch me

I’m on a cocaine road trip