Top down speeding on the 405 One hand on the wheel, one on your thigh Ride 'til we die, Bonnie and Clyde If they put us in cuffs, what's the alibi? Watching planes take off just to pass the time Closest thing to shooting stars in the LA sky But I ain't feeling like I should I'm terrified, it's going good
Sometimes the truth is hard to digest Pull up, we can make it work out, biceps Need a spot to get this weight off my chest Cuff on the bed frame, other on my right wrist
I wish I could end my, yeah I don't care at all (Two, three, go)
Top down speeding on the 405 One hand on the wheel, one on your thigh Ride 'til wе die, Bonnie and Clyde If thеy put us in cuffs, what's the alibi? Watching planes take off just to pass the time Closest thing to shooting stars in the LA sky But I ain't feeling like I should I'm terrified, it's going good
I'm terrified, it's going good I'm terrified, it's going good
Off the rails, I don't know if I can slow down Blizzard on the table, and my nose is a snowplow I would tell you how I feel, but I don't know how Keep my feelings in a box, I don't air 'em out
I wish I could end my, yeah I don't care at all (Two, three, go)
Top down speeding on the 405 One hand on the wheel, one on your thigh Ride 'til we die, Bonnie and Clyde If they put us in cuffs, what's the alibi? Watching planes take off just to pass the time Closest thing to shooting stars in the LA sky But I ain't feeling like I should I'm terrified, it's going good
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