[Verse 1: P.O.S.]

Uh, ay

Solo on a stretch tryna catch a check, patch a debt

Four more in the set, windows plus the vent, so Midwest

Super live I sort of death-defy

Daily babies occupy that space between them ears and eyes

Flavor country oozing out my dark and stormy lung, iron blood

We don’t mind a murder if we bored as fuck, bring a flood

I got scuba stuff, I got mukluks, buckle up and shut it

Guzzle up it’s 40 bucks a tank, 80 on the cruise

Wavy on the move, duck 5, crazies on the loose

Hazy on the clues, eyes wide at all times

Except sleeping, but who gets much a that even

I’m backseating a nap, then I’m backflipping to Cleveland or wherever

Probably, anywhere the map show

If they got the tab I can toss the ole' lasso and catch hell

And heaven’s always in the rearview

I only ever stay for a second

There’s always shit to do

[Verse 2: Sims]

My recent bio reads I’ve been split into a thousand pieces

With a length of twine and a working thesis

Still waiting on my come to Jesus moment

In an old interstate hotel room somewhere outside of Omaha

Door unlocked, looking at these paintings

Man, this La Quinta is looking like a scene from No Country

Thinking about death, God, love, and nothing

Cicadas humming

Cigarettes and lightning bugs

Not stopping for nothing

I slash, I burn, dead weight behind bumper

Outrun headlight, heart pound like drummer

Dust kick through vent

Rust hang off Ford

Cigarettes and lightning bugs

Red lights all ignored

[Hook]

Out here time slows

Full tank, ready to go

Lose an hour, gain it back and roll

Only lines I stay in dot the road

[Verse 3: Dessa]

Living out of my left pocket

Out-of-state plates

Gotta take my notches with me

Rented room, the bedpost stays

Out here it’s all Bruno Mars and zero bars

So who I gotta talk to to get a little bar food after hours

Been working hard all night, we grind it fine as flour

Tonight it’s my town

Go tell your dogs to lie down

I came a long way, came the long way, and I aim to make that whole way count

I’m a train outta track

I’ma take, I’m attack

Gotta make way or make waves

Get in or get back

[Verse 4: Mike]

So outta bounds, outer space

Gotta make good what we started

Deploy, shove off to troubled waters

By the board or off the shore, bring only what’s for barter

Time slows, back home is by the minutes

Back home is always forward, they don’t need you in it

It’s wide roads, slim seconds at the finish

Before you know it, the game is winning

[Hook]

[Verse 2 Reprise: Sims]

Dust kick through vent

Rust hang off Ford

Cigarettes and lightning bugs

Red lights all ignored

[Verse 5: Cecil Otter]

Say what, as I pick you the flowers and show up

I’ve been so ashamed of my love

And the moment you feel it you say what, so what

Say what, as I pick you the flowers and show up

I’ve been so ashamed of my love

And the moment you feel it you say what, so what

Say what, as I pick you the flowers and show up

I’ve been so ashamed of my love

And the moment you feel it you say what, so what

Say