Riding on the back you can see
Sliding from the track you can be
Top floor the cardboard
Boxes on the floor
*** on the sill
Throw it out
I will still
If they a crowd
Let it fall down
Cash in my hand
Mall ride I will stand
On the back
Holding on for life
Not yours but mine
On my side
I got fries
Last me all day
All night
I have sight
Streets ahead
Driver is dead
Now we alone
Calling on the phone
No one there
No one cares
Yell out
In the air
Draft the words
Bring down the birds
The fact that it hurts
To hear what I heard
Yeah
Yeah
Graffiti on the walls
Cracks on the streets
Dryer sheets, trash cans fall
Splillin' out trash
Burn it to ash
Forget the past
Move on to another one
Move on
Move on
Past is gone
Yeah, somebody
Aye