I thought we had become friends
But I don't think she understood, oh no
She used to be my co-pilot
We drove on the 440 towards the Pie-IX bridge
140, never got a speeding ticket
Call me Paul Walker
Rolling in the deep like Adele, at some point it stopped rolling
I admit I had a bit to drink
But now I have my adult license, I have 15 points of incompetence
We falling
We falling down
Like leaves in autumn
Apparently she wasn't the right one
So now I'm just going to take
My GPS to get there
If you text me, I won't answer
Check me flex if we cross in the street
Get out of there
I gave you everything and you don't answer me
Before you never wanted to move
Now you're always on the party and bullshit
You're one of the cool kids

Come on, come
Come on, come

Left for the West with a cup in the Thule
Not far from the survival kit (no, no)
Only four points on my license
I should know everything that is forbidden
The fast track to the good life, hey
You're my co-pilot like Letty, yeah
Baby, I'm blaze on Waze
Take the wheel
She puts on spray sunscreen
And then, she takes off her tights
Come naked on the beach
So I can play you a few chords, yeah
So I can pitch you in the lake, but yes
Only if you agree, hey
We spent the last summers on the road
Go as far as we can on the cruise
If necessary I have some sheets somewhere
We'll sleep in the parking lot

Come on, come
Come on, come

Check me out, check me out, check me out, get real
You didn't want to give me the way so I continued alone
I can listen to the music I want
But I have no one to roll my Backwoods
When I drive it's a bit dangerous
I drive when I drive, they can stop me
It's always a bit warmer inside than outside anyway
I'm going flying
On the highway
If I ever have an accident
You'll come join me in the emergency room
It won't be the first time
That an artist arrives in an ambulance

Come on, come
Come on, come

If you want we can ride to Vancouver
Or maybe to Mexico to skip the winter
I can drive to the other end of the world
In search of gas stations
If I could I would have a flying car
Road trip on the ocean with the all gang
The two of us at the top of the highest mountain, yeah
Ouh-wah, ouh-wah, ouh
When I'm high there are no turbulences
I'm just testing my endurance
It won't be the first time
That an artist arrives in an ambulance

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