Where I'm Going

Radio up and the Windows down I gotta full tank just riding around I dont really care where im going Roads we take aint always chosen It aint been the same since ron died Full tank of gas as i pass his graveside I wonder would he proud, Look at me say mr matherly and smile, Or would he be pissed, Wanna fight and wrestle to the ground, knowing him probably both Got me screaming father time Can we just go back when we used to rude around When we used to crank the system up Barely able to breathe Or when we used to ride with big cat freezin in the backseat Got me thinking of these memories And how much u actually meant to me