Road Rage (feat. Akabedhead & Chronoment) Video (MV)

Somebody tell me
Where the road will take me
I've been taking off cause everybody hates me
I'm in isolation, what will it make me
Hearts too bloody like somebody impaled me

Save me, cause I think I'm gonna die today
Break me, I'm gonna drive until my soul takes
Take me, to my grave before I hesitate
Take me, to my grave

I Hit the road do a, 180
I just hit your, parked Merecades
I hit the fan, like shit, don't save me
TV racing like it was, HD

Call me bolt cause i never stop running
Usain in the game drippin like nose runny
Car hit the gas hit my elbow whats funny?
Bone rattled up, jiffy quick that's nutty
Car crash bloody now what's so funny
Steal my music I'll be here rotting
Rolling in my grave like a mustang driving
Highway to hell will hear me coming
I'm Into the driver seat
To see god
I'm worshiping
Wedding rings, anything
Pagan life just to bleed
Martyr disheartening
Heart to heart
But my heart bleeds too easily
So you best bring a snorkel he's
Filling the blood up, over the cup
And now you will wonder where you messed up
You can leave your pickups in the back of the truck
Red Skies family drink from same cup

Don't feel like talking
Finna get the moon shoes
Don't feel like walking
Ill head out now
Ill meet you in the morning
Whippin' like 80 on 40
God damn

Every thing blurry I'm gone
Its just Air in there weighing a ton
F*ck all the shit I'll see y'all in a month

Run to fast
Breaks aint easy
Eyesight is fleeting I'm loosing my feeling

Keep me a secret
Don't be out telling
Baby I'm sorry I'm low-key a felon

I'm a freak down the boulevard
Old kid with a new guitar
Got me feeling like a rockstar

In the night my road is glowing
Future limelight's what it's showing
Unreal sight is what they told me
Why is my cup overflowing
In too deep I'm overwhelmed
Don't you know it all too well
What's this road it's hard to tell
Will it lead me straight to hell

I was the king
The one to bring
The end to all the life I Had seen
Executioner pull up on the scene
Had my own head in the guillotine
Chopping chop chop real clean
Fuming like Febreeze
I turn my car over to the trees