Top down speeding on the 405
One hand on the wheel, one on your thigh
Ride 'til we die, Bonnie and Clyde
If they put us in cuffs, what's the alibi?
Watching planes take off just to pass the time
Closest thing to shooting stars in the LA sky
But I ain't feeling like I should
I'm terrified, it's going good
Sometimes the truth is hard to digest
Pull up, we can make it work out, biceps
Need a spot to get this weight off my chest
Cuff on the bed frame, other on my right wrist
I wish I could end my, yeah
I don't care at all (Two, three, go)
Top down speeding on the 405
One hand on the wheel, one on your thigh
Ride 'til wе die, Bonnie and Clyde
If thеy put us in cuffs, what's the alibi?
Watching planes take off just to pass the time
Closest thing to shooting stars in the LA sky
But I ain't feeling like I should
I'm terrified, it's going good
I'm terrified, it's going good
I'm terrified, it's going good
Off the rails, I don't know if I can slow down
Blizzard on the table, and my nose is a snowplow
I would tell you how I feel, but I don't know how
Keep my feelings in a box, I don't air 'em out
I wish I could end my, yeah
I don't care at all (Two, three, go)
Top down speeding on the 405
One hand on the wheel, one on your thigh
Ride 'til we die, Bonnie and Clyde
If they put us in cuffs, what's the alibi?
Watching planes take off just to pass the time
Closest thing to shooting stars in the LA sky
But I ain't feeling like I should
I'm terrified, it's going good
I'm terrified, it's going good
I'm terrified, it's going good
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