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i drift these gravel roads
till i run into crossroads.

i pick each path
as if im a psychopath.

drifting my feelings away
till i lay to stay.

every road is like a coded.
everyday im reminded

day or night
im drifting without a fright

despite the midnight
i fly-by-night

i do me
carefree

before i crash
in a flash.

as im drifting
im hurting

there's only one way out
without a doubt

im going to strikeout
with a wipeout.

rided or die
it's going to be a carryout!

— The End —