Driving at a high speed; feel the cool breeze.
Temptations in the air; he's feeling free.
Top down he's in the fast lane.
Cruise control; enjoying this intoxicating game.
Stunna shades on; truly he is the man.
Switching gears while living life at high speeds; no room for plans.
Liquor becomes his new passenger; laughing and joking, he's enjoying her.
He's starting to lose at his own creation; new love has him losing his patience.
He's rapidly zooming through full traffic intersections; she knows he won't make it.
Red, white and blue begin to start flashing but drunk off her love he can't comprehend what's happening.
So the gas pedal he keeps tapping.
They're on him, like bees to honey; they swarm him.
Lover girl takes over, tunnel vision has arrived; there is no pull over.
Swerve does the car go, out the window littler lover girl goes.
His joy ride didnt last, broken hearts to come; fatal crash.
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