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Fuck the backseat drivers you stuck the statewide buyers it's always wall to wall fliers you got get up from those sweet sheet driers from the backseat drivers to the statewide buyers we rock the tracks never tired you got to get up from those sweet sheet dries you're running on the cruise control you're paying for the things that you already sold so fuck you and we're hoping that you're already home the rumors have been flying some stones you're digging up the things that were best left alone so fuck you crash dive jack knifed busting out the nightlife, back up to the bullets flying landmine, halftime coming to a standby, if it's a trooper talking hate crime, Stateline the back nine, we're backing in it street fight, stage fright plowing through the madness, broken on the front line fuck them it's fortified and out the backseat we're down and out just like the backseat drivers stampede knocking down your front door now let's get some anthems ripped. From Letras Mania