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What is this? Nobody knows Playing a fool, making nothing my goal Gonna ride like it's a Shetland, all coked out and high Craving that feeling just to ease your mind Greasing up the gears with what is left Never gonna push this through any kind of test Holding out on the good times that we all know Digging up dirt just to fill the hole Yeah, we're creeping out late just to go insane Making time fly right through our brains A change of season is a change in my soul Backroads racing through my permanent headphones Like the thunder rolling, we roll right out of town Waiting to be released, you won't see me around Walking slowly down a dusty road Grandpa's laughing, he's telling dirty jokes Yeah, we're creeping out late just to go insane Making time fly right through our brains A change of season is a change in my soul Backroads racing through my permanent headphones Yeah, we're creeping out late just to go insane Making time fly right through our brains A change of season is a change in my soul Backroads racing through my permanent headphones Backroads racing through my permanent headphones From Letras Mania