Light one up, it's time we got out of here Cause just this week's felt like it's been a whole goddamn year I'm tired of smoking in cars in a town where the kids don't know who they are Who they are, who they are, who they are I need a fix, a different tempo I'm about to slip, I need to let go So I'll take my things in a car down the Guardian State Parkway Where the road and the sky both align, diffusing the time away Ooh, yeah, I need a fix Ooh, yeah, different tempo I'm about to slip, I'm about to slip Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah And if I go, I might never come back I don't know why, so please don't ask And if I go, I might never come back I don't know why, so please don't ask And if I go, I might never come back I don't know why, so please don't ask And if I go, if I go, I might never come back I don't know why, so please don't ask, yeah Ooh, yeah, I need a fix Ooh, yeah, different tempo Oh, oh, yeah, I'm about to slip I need to let go