[Intro]

Yeah, oh

Ohhh

Yeah

[Chorus]

Michelin Pilot's on 5 with the fog and the breeze Oaking up pine on a ride, it's a blur as I'm sipping a can of blood orange tangerine

Varsity, I'm in the back as I listen to June

Alchemist missing a sonic concussion

As I'm rolling loud in a paper cocoon

[Verse 1]

T25 on a walkie, I'm trying to make 50

And move out the house

Celery juice and a plunge in a bale and a hill

And my worries, that's healing my doubt

They're triple my age, who I mean?

Not giving my number, I'm hoping that they will accept

Accept that I'm lying, cause I cannot bias myself

Now I'm $35,000 in debt

Yeah, come on

[Verse 2]

$35 I took it to Aldi on holiday, I think Frilly's my acronym

LBJ, I think Lincoln's my Audi, Cabriolet

I'm obsessed, but tellin' myself I'm a great

But lately, my numbers are average at best

So I confess, drivin' on 5 with

The fog and the breeze

Last few years, they've seemed to flop out

My passenger window like looking at trees

28 now, and I just got a wife

And I'm renting a place that we're

Calling our own, getting verklempt

As I'm writing this album

And driving this road, away from my home

Yeah, uh

[Chorus]

Michelin Pilot's on 5 with the fog and the breeze Oaking up pine on a ride, it's a blur as I'm sipping a can of blood orange tangerine

Varsity, I'm in the back as I listen to June

Alchemist missing a sonic concussion

As I'm rolling loud in a paper cocoon

[Verse 3]

FHA payoff, Jeep Wagoneer

House of Green Valley, the title is clear

Paddle them bows, my fish in the rear

Throwin' an M5 in the stream

Baptized in the water from Jordan

And my name is Jordan, I gotta go stream

Saw it when I was 18

Or I'm in a techno gym 5 hours 10 minutes I ain't weak

Or doing like 20 plus reps on an alpha, this one for my family

This ain't for physique

If I get all of the things in my head I've imagined

Will I end up losing my drive?

Or will I be pushing a kilowatt battery

Through all the fog while driving on 5

Yeah, uh

[Chorus]

Michelin Pilot's on 5 with the fog and the breeze Oaking up pine on a ride, it's a blur as I'm sipping a can of blood orange tangerine

Varsity, I'm in the back as I listen to June

Alchemist missing a sonic concussion

As I'm rolling loud in a paper cocoon