110

Tried to avoid it the best I can
But the GPS has forced my hand
No entrance or exit ramps
Just the fast track to an ambulance

Just wanna get to where I stay
Without near-death or insurance claims
Counting down the exits to the interstate
While steering clear of the rightmost lane

Paved by Satan, an asphalt hell
Will it kill me? Time will tell
No alcohol or Xanax quells
The pent up rage and urge to yell

Fuck the 110

Fuck the 110



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Writer(s): Ryan Didio
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