Telephone poles flicker past
Eating up this tarmac
Only one speed, fast
Racing like we're on a track

Smoke rollin out the window
Cold brews in the console
Eyes closing from the dro
Bodies loose from the alcohol

Jammin them back road tunes
This is how we roll
Peanut butter and mushrooms
Some X for a real good stroll

Feelin like we're floatin
You know we're totin
Driving round and round
So lost we don't wanna be found

Sounds dangerous you say?
You may think me insane
But I find it all mundane
It's just an average weekday

Hittin the road I call it
Covering county after county

If the authorities only saw it
We'd fetch a hefty bounty