[Verse 1 The Wilde] City lights roof back cruising down our streets Nice little view through the fog and some new beats My girl next to me in the passenger seat The world out in front of us tonight we are free Smoke rings, fast food, and back seat love Driving like a video game, Im trying to level up All my devils gone cuz she keeps them at bay No apples, no doctors, just this once a day We were trapped in the rat race then flash in the fast lane Never ones to wait we can make our own places Hard to stay grounded when faced with open spaces Down to run up and leave life is sweet taste it We cross the golden gate take one look and book it Paradise or bust find gold or keep looking Home is where open road is totally empty Were alone in this together two hearts and an engine [Verse 2 The Wilde] Call me Mario Andretti or lead foot or better yet A getaway driver for work week survivors Weekend escapism races for sanity Finally someone understands we dont need a plan b Plan to have adventures leave our tenures of boredom Spending June to September driving through California Well sit by the Pacific till its burned into our cornea Specific destinations are unknown but according to Our summer sun tans and the feeling of your hands All roads lead home GPS set to sand They will catch us if they can but they cant track us down Well fly under under their radar till we choose to drive out Starry nights brights on the stereo plays our song The type of trip to make you never wanna call mom Soon it will end till then were independent Cant last forever but its still worth pretending [Hook The Wilde Natalie Sullivan] Never outta gas and Were never coming back Going off the beaten path Right on track Never outta gas Often off the map [Verse 3 The Wilde] Leaving for the weekend And were never coming back SOMA to Sonoma, Santa Rosa to Oakland The Bay to Monterey, down the 1 over the ocean 110 on the 101, soaking up the summer sun Third Eye Blinds SemiCharmed Life, let me run Getaway Mendocino, up in Napa sipping Pinot Warped tour, Mountain View, kick it with the emo kids See my dudes in Santa Cruz, San Jose video shoot Stinson beach, week or two, swisher sweet, sunroof Cops dont stop us, never get caught up Everywhere we thought up, been there, got some Thin blue air the wind in our hair Young and reckless, not scared [Hook] Never outta gas and Were never coming back Going off the beaten path Right on track Never outta gas Often off the map Leaving for the weekend And were never coming back
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