Yeah, yeah
If I was you I'd turn it down
Know you got some shit to say
But it's spoken kinda loud
I don't got the time of day
When I'm PCH driving, thousand miles away
Now you're calling, checking up on me
Let's say you never f*cked with me
Hindsight, swiped right
Knocked it out like fight night
Looked inside your eyes
Said you're hiding in my blind side
Take it back, realize
We were tight, Valentines
Baby pour a shot for me 'cause I'm the one that rest in peace
We fell a long way
And I'm taking all the blame
Road trip, who had the map
You had the head, ha ha ha ha
I don't care if it's true love
You played me a fool
Where's the gold, ha ha ha ha
Loaded gun on the highway
Get to the driveway
You're cold, ha ha ha ha
Put a couple hunnid in my pocket from the bank
Just so I could roll around the interstate with blank
I don't got no problems if a girl just wanna hang
I do what she ask, vice versa from the back
Vice versa from the back
She whip a Versa matter fact
Quick, cursor on the map
Forget the mileage until after
Scenic route we slide the tracks
Turn around, we outta gas
She said stick around for comfort
Listen, me and you tonight we tête-à-tête
Not doing day-to-day
Only working on the graves as of late
Aye boy it's barely night
And you don't gotta drive
Dizzy shotgun 'fore the sunrise
We fell a long way
And I'm taking all the blame
Road trip, who had the map
You had the head, ha ha ha ha
So I just, back in, put my shit in the trunk
Revisit, baggage, when we kiss in the front
You're the one that say it's copacetic
This is so pathetic
You know I was lying when I said that
I don't care if it's true love
You played me a fool
Where's the gold, ha ha ha ha
Loaded gun on the highway
Get to the driveway
You're cold, ha ha ha ha"