Motorcycle
Something on the road must have been rushing
I could tell it was a motorcycle
Dripping black gold
Telling you not to move
Motorcycle
Spilling black gold
So don't tell the cops they dropped some pot
There's ice in the air, try not to stare
Straight into the rolled over hog
Flipped in the fog
Telling you not to move
Come to the light
Telling you not to move
Everything's alright
Don't Move
I could tell it was a motorcycle
Dripping black gold
Telling you not to move
Motorcycle
Spilling black gold
So don't tell the cops they dropped some pot
There's ice in the air, try not to stare
Straight into the rolled over hog
Flipped in the fog
Telling you not to move
Come to the light
Telling you not to move
Everything's alright
Don't Move
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Writer(s): Jesse Caggiano
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