[Chorus: Chris Webby]

Packin' up and I’ma leave it behind

'Cause I've been runnin’ like there's nowhere to hide

But I'll be rollin' 'til the wheels on my vehicle ride through the road

Highs and the lows

But I get back up and ride

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]

On the road like I'm Jax Teller

With a reaper patch on the black leather

Through the storm clouds and the bad weather

Just a–nother dent, 'nother scratched fender

So I hit the throttle as hard as I hit the bottlе

In times when the skiеs darken

I'm drownin’ away my sorrows

Tryna survive the present, he stressin’ over tomorrows

'Cause I know that where I’m headed, the devil is sure to follow

Swervin' through the heathens, the demons and Satan worshippers

And carvin' out a lane of my own and takin' it further

Even with the drug abuse and the liquor stain in the furniture

I’ll leave my judgement up to the almighty determiner

Never sold my soul 'cause I knew it wasn't reversible

Non-returnable, so until I'm in that terminal

Shippin' me to heaven or hell, I'ma be at peace

Regardless of which direction I'm headed because at least

I'd have lived with a cold 'til I'm sick and I'm old

Or the wheels lose grip and I skid on the road

From the very highest mountain peak tip to the lows

Deep down underneath, but this gift that I chose

Got a curse to it too, the pressure'll cause fractures

Still, I keep my head held high with no master

Still, I stand the same man, new chapter

From the genesis to the rapture

[Chorus: Chris Webby]

Packin' up and I'ma leave it behind

'Cause I've been runnin' like there's nowhere to hide

But I'll be rollin' 'til the wheels on my vehicle ride through the road

Highs and the lows

But I get back up and ride

But I get back up and ride

But I get back up and ride

But I get back up and ride

[Verse 2: Grieves]

I'm gassin' up my Triumph, I've been tryna leave my devils in the rearview

Tired of that never respected until they fear you

Lifestyle screamin' they don't hear you

That's because the demons seem louder than any amount of cheers do

Maybe I'm old fashioned

Blood on the road, patched in

Swore that I'm all in with it, I ain't never look back since

The dark passenger callin' in different accents

Speakin' into the ether while tryna get me to cash it

Old people try to leave me on the pavement

Light a fluid on my name and put a flame to it

The crows circle, I'll never figure it out

They'd murder me in my sleep if I got any in this house

It's a cold shower on the morning of arraignment

I know exactly what I've done and don't blame shit

I've came all this way on my own, baby, don't get me wrong

[Chorus: Chris Webby]

Packin' up and I'ma leave it behind

'Cause I've been runnin' like there's nowhere to hide

But I'll be rollin' 'til the wheels on my vehicle ride through the road

Highs and the lows

But I get back up and ride (I'm gone)

But I get back up and ride (And I'm gone)

But I get back up and ride (But I'm gone)

But I get back up and ride (And I'm gone, yeah)