And We're sitting in the car with the cops in the rear, And I'm thinking will they drag me, And we're pushing on the high got the bud in the BM, When we turn around we're drifting now,
And I'm sitting at a bar and the bounce appears, And I'm thinking that he's looking, Got a bottle in my bag no ID in my jeans, But he just asks me how I'm doing,
We turn around and now we're drifting
In the city in the dark in the park in the fear, And I'm wishing for another, But there something in sky, feel the sun can you see it, I don't know why I'm undercover.
And I'm looking down the road smoking tunes through the speakers, I think my neighbours have been listening, Ain't no banging on the door or complaints through the screams, I think that they just left me sippin'