Road Soda
I'm...
I'm always gonna be...
Stuck between, your expectations
And my reality
Oh yea! — Tell em' Z
I'm...
I'm always gonna be...
Stuck between, your expectations
And my reality
"Fuck this" — I scoffed
Snapped a can — Gotta knock the rust off
We left — they stayed
Pulled the pin, like a hand grenade — sss'ko!
We'll be knockin' em down...
As we head into town
Just keep them wheels to the ground
Cause we ain't turning around!
Oh yea! — Give it to em' Greg
I'm...
I'm always gonna be...
Stuck between, your expectation
And my reality
Snakeskin - rawhide
A 6 pack just to get my stride
"Pre blown" - coops flown
Don't make me do it on my own — ohhh!
We'll be knockin' em down...
As we head into town
Just keep them wheels to the ground
Cause we ain't turning around!
I'm sick — I'm sick — I'm sick
I'm sick — I'm sick — I'm sick
I'm just so sick of lookin over my shoulder...
I'm just so sick — of lookin' over my shoulder!
Your arrogance — will only make me bolder!
...Last call ain't till we fall
Inhale it deep — let that cherry smolder
Empty the bottle — chase another hangover
Beauty in the eye — of the beer holder
I'm always gonna be...
Stuck between, your expectations
And my reality
Oh yea! — Tell em' Z
I'm...
I'm always gonna be...
Stuck between, your expectations
And my reality
"Fuck this" — I scoffed
Snapped a can — Gotta knock the rust off
We left — they stayed
Pulled the pin, like a hand grenade — sss'ko!
We'll be knockin' em down...
As we head into town
Just keep them wheels to the ground
Cause we ain't turning around!
Oh yea! — Give it to em' Greg
I'm...
I'm always gonna be...
Stuck between, your expectation
And my reality
Snakeskin - rawhide
A 6 pack just to get my stride
"Pre blown" - coops flown
Don't make me do it on my own — ohhh!
We'll be knockin' em down...
As we head into town
Just keep them wheels to the ground
Cause we ain't turning around!
I'm sick — I'm sick — I'm sick
I'm sick — I'm sick — I'm sick
I'm just so sick of lookin over my shoulder...
I'm just so sick — of lookin' over my shoulder!
Your arrogance — will only make me bolder!
...Last call ain't till we fall
Inhale it deep — let that cherry smolder
Empty the bottle — chase another hangover
Beauty in the eye — of the beer holder
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Getchell, Greg Friedlander, Jesse Paradis, Mike Vickers, Zach Snyder
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