Santa Rosa
Why you do me so bad (so bad, so bad)
Why you do me so bad, so bad (so bad, so bad)
Santa Rosa
Twenty seven came fast (so fast, so fast)
Twenty seven came fast (so fast, so fast)
Just got my license, excited for driving a truck
that my grandfather left when he passed
On my way to a first date in a Chevrolet S-Ten
Put my foot in the gas
Headin' to Houstonville, lovin' how cool it feel
Whippin' that farm truck like it's a coup de vill' all of the sudden
My vision turn black and my hearing is muted
The wonderful mood is killed, broke all my windows and notice
His car was on fire, I went tried to fight em
Police held me back and they told me don't try it
Medics come up and they sayin' I quote how the hell you survive this
Other driver, he was stoned as Goliath
On three or four substances, runnin' from five of them officers
I just got in his way, at the stop lightin' 'cause he was goin' round
Eighty, he slammed in the back of my truck, passed out of the wheel
And when I woke up, I was spinnin' in circles
Incoming traffic, Toyotas were swervin'
To get out my way, think I'm 'bout to get murdered
Made it somehow, is there a God no debatin it now
My car insurance is the angel's around
Tired of leaving license plates on the ground
Driving the whip made me anxious now
You would be too after eight of 'em now
Next time we flying, we aviate clouds
But soon I'ma hop in Mercedes, no doubt 'cause
God, I'm so glad that I know ya
Hope you have my back just like you did in Santa Rosa, oh
Santa Rosa
Why you do me so bad (so bad, so bad)
Why you do me so bad, so bad (so bad, so bad)
Stand up Rosa (Rosa)
Twenty-seven can't dance (so fast, so fast)
Why you do me so bad (so fast, so fast)
Why you do me so bad
I'm watching movies all night, night, night
Night, night, night, night