300 mi.

Cement Packed honk pulling up Eye bags from the jump Gourd burn on the tongue on day one That's what's up Sit down we got another record to go Another huddle in a couple hundred miles or so Cocoon goo to skidoo we didn't Do it for you We're not washing the feet of the conde Naste regime dude Feed the beat, meet & greet Pajama party in the hot seat Pickin up the tempo We're locked Kickin up the dust tho We rock Takin both my hands off No hands Thinkin with the smooth brain No thoughts Lock's peekin out Party box with the tunes Yea we reelin in the years like Yacht rock with the juice Garbage cup stacked high Take a ride on a dinosaur for 300 miles oh Pickin up the tempo We're locked Kickin up the dust tho We rock Takin both my hands off No hands Thinkin with the smooth brain No thoughts Guys I gotta go But I gotta go I went and called my man And tell me about his plans Turns out he's hangin out with another friend so I'll see him next week oh oh I've had to go for a while Can we stop in a mile? We haven't stopped in a while And I gotta go Bootsonblatson I get it I get it I get it I get it I'm widdit I'm widdit I'm widdit I'm widdit Pickin up the tempo We're locked Kickin up the dust tho We rock Takin both my hands off No hands Thinkin with the smooth brain No thoughts Pickin up the tempo We're locked Kickin up the dust tho We rock Takin both my hands off No hands Thinkin with the smooth brain No thoughts Pickin up the tempo We're locked Kickin up the dust tho We rock Takin both my hands off No hands Thinkin with the smooth brain No thoughts