Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

You know the dashed white lines up and down the highway (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Measure ten feet long but that number seems fake (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

'Cause you're driving so fast that they barely look eight (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Inches flying by your dashboard make you meditate (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Funny how moving fast can make you fall asleep (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Only when you lean back you can finally see (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

That the long white lines running up and down your side (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Are painted on to keep you safe never meant to hypnotize (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Take a ride with me (ah, ah)

Van Halen yoga, eavily distorted

Heavily contorted while I'm stretching out my organs

Had to turn it up, to hit the ground

Couldn't even take a breath without it loud

So talk about an OCD composer rushing through his poses

I'm rushing through my Russian brew Kahlua comatosis

Could you fill me up, another round

Ironic that I feel slow, my heart pounds

You know the dashed white lines up and down the highway

Measure ten feet long but that number seems fake

'Cause you're driving so fast that they barely look eight (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Inches flying by your dashboard make you meditate (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Funny how moving fast can make you fall asleep (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Only when you lean back you can finally see (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

That the long white lines running up and down your side (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Are painted on to keep you safe never meant to hypnotize (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Take a ride with me

Overdriven poser, I've been driving the Tacoma

Watch me meditate on interstates and calculate composure

Yes, the coffee cup is not allowed

Or you'd have the officer come flag me down

Can you hear me fight for the controller

I've been bullied by the colder version of my disposition

And it's finally time for closure

Time to button up, don't fuck around

Finally time to say wassup and face the crowd

You know the dashed white lines up and down the highway

Measure ten feet long but that number seems fake

'Cause you're driving so fast that they barely look eight

Inches flying by your dashboard make you meditate (oh)

Funny how moving fast can make you fall asleep (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Only when you lean back you can finally see (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

That the long white lines running up and down your side (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Are painted on to keep you safe never meant to hypnotize

Take a ride with me

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh