I guess you're looking for a way out Well, there's one right behind that door
She's got a 350 with a posi track And a four on the floor
Just jump in and fire it up She'll start like she always does
Just hit the pedal and don't look back
Free spirit when my head is at A bulletproof heart and a panic attack
There's no telling where I'll end up at
The county jail or I might bounce back
I've got a debt with karma that I had to pay So there's tire tracks in my driveway
Nothing left of that pickup truck Just the burnt rubber in the patch she laid
A pack of smokes to clear the stress a fifth of jack so I can get some rest
And them bar room lights can't keep me right So I'll do my best
I heard you're looking for a way out Well, there's one right behind that door
She's got a 350 with a posi track And a four on the floor
Free spirit when my head is at A bulletproof heart and a panic attack
There's no telling where I'll end up at the county jail or I might bounce back