Gridlock

I don't wanna go back to the daily routine
Don't put me back in that world
And I know there's comfort in consistency
And looking like every boy or girl
After 25 years, I forget what it's like
To do the same old shit
On every Saturday night

And all this gridlock (gridlock)
Comin' in hot
Got me shell-shocked
Tell me why time's gotta stop
Oh oh (oh oh)
Party's over, time to run it home

And it's a slow burn, baby
I can never ignite
'Till I'm already underwater
Feeling barely alive
Oh oh (oh oh)
I don't know if I can let it go
When collisions are all I know

Counting all the drivers, glued to their phones
I stopped after 22
MAGA sticker on the back of Japanese cars
Buddy, I'm just as confused as you
For a moment I think about my mom and my dad
Was this the life that they wanted or was it really that bad?

And all the gridlock (gridlock)
Comin' in hot
It's got me shell-shocked
Tell me why time's gotta stop
Oh oh (oh oh)
Party's over, time to run it home

And it's a slow burn, baby
I can never ignite
'Till I'm ready underwater
Feeling barely alive
Oh oh (oh oh)
I don't know if I can let it go
When collisions are all I know
When collisions are all I know (collisions are all I know)

I will stay clear of the drugs and the beer
Keep my Bible close and my crucifix near
Well, the demons are coming
They're alive, and they're well
If I stay up past eleven
I'll be staring at hell

And all the gridlock (gridlock)
Comin' in hot
It's got me shell-shocked
Tell me why time's gotta stop
Oh oh (oh oh)
Party's over, time to run it home

And it's a slow burn baby
I can never ignite
'Till I'm already underwater
Feeling barely alive
Oh oh (oh oh)
I don't know if I can let it go
When collisions are all I know

When collisions are all I know (gridlock)
Yeah, when collisions are all I know (gridlock)
Gridlock

What's goin' on people?
You're listening to both sides of the coin
With Bill Coin here, tell us about yourself
Hi, my name is Annie (what's up my name is Bo, that's B-o)
And I believe in equality (don't say body odor, or I'll level you, bro)
And helping out others to make this a stronger (don't say it)
And less divided nation (know what I'm sayin'?)
I like art, books, art, traveling (I like football, God, pussy)
And I can't deal with bigots (I hate faggots and immigrants)
Or judegement base on fears ('cause I'm an American)
And I heard church bells (and I'm proud of it, you hear that?)
At a gay couple's wedding
That's the sound of freedom, baby (that's the sound of freedom, baby)



Credits
Writer(s): Butch Walker, Christopher Way
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